I was at home sitting in what seems to have become a favorite chair of mine. It's near a window so that I can read during the day - usually without providing myself with any extra illumination. But what's just as important particularly during the winter months is that there is a radiator standing beneath the window. I need not elaborate about how important that is to my creature comfort and well being. At any rate, as I said, I was escounced there when there came a knock on the door. There are days and times when I expect a visitation but most often I do not and so this came as something of a surprise.

I opened the door to admit a woman who certainly looked pleasant enough and I wasn't about to leave her standing out in the cold.

"It's cold outside so won't you come in?"
She did so and, gentleman that I am, I helped her remove her coat.

"Sir, are you William Simpson?" She asked.

I was the last I knew and so I replied in the affirmative.

"Yes. That I am, Miss. Is there something I can do for you?"

I thought that she might be about to ask directions to some address but then - it wasn't likely that she would need to know my name to make an inquiry. It crossed my mind that recently I had made an inquiry myself - looking into the availabilty of a visiting nurse. I live alone, I'm not getting any younger, and while I have no more than the usual functional ailments, I thought that it might be a good idea to have someone look in on me every so often to see if I were still breathing, if nothing else.

I indulged in a bit of idle speculation with regard to what my vistor would look like in her private duty nurse's uniform.

But then her next question snapped me out of my momentary reverie.

"Are you Uncle Buck?"

She had caught me completely off-guard!

"Well ... Yes ... That is to say ..."
I was in for it now! The warm, come-hither look she had greeted me with at the door was a distant memory. Hard and cold was closer to describing the expression she wore now as she peered at me.

"You look very much like your avatar ..."

"Avatar ..?"

The picture on your site! That is you, is it not?"

"Well, yes! But you see, I've never used that handle other than when I'm on the internet!"

"I shouldn't think you would! You'd blow your cover!
I'm a big fan or yours!
Do you have a PC or notebook around here somewhere?
I want to show you something."

I ushered her to the TV room where I have all the entertainment devices set up. She promptly sat down at the keyboard to my PC and had it up and running and was into my web site faster than I could have done it myself.

"Ok ... Let's see now ... Take a look at this ..."

"What you have there is a retouched photograph of Paola!
I can assure you that the woman is alive and well ..."

"And living somewhere in Italy!" My guest finished for me. "Yes! I know!
And at the time this picture was taken she was as brown as a nut!
Other than for her breasts - which I suppose she kept decently covered when she was out in public!"

"Yes ... Well, she's a rare woman, I can assure you of that!"

"Oh so? In what way"

"She does this sort of thing purely for the fun of it!"

"She does?" This last came rather incredulously.
"What's she do that for! N'mind! We got more to look at!"

"Here's one 'a my favorites!
It's one from the Amazon Warriors!
And don't that German gal look sexy with that arrow stickin' out of her!"

"Well, actually I understand that Russlana is originally from Siberia ..."

"Siberia? Man! Ain't it colder'n Hell up there?
She looks like damn hot stuff to me!"

I was quite familiar with these pictures and I wondered what the point to this demonstration might be ...
Or if indeed there was one?

"OK! One more and you'll see my point!"

"Now here we have a whole bunch of dead babes stacked in the back of a truck!" My guest pointed out.

"I don't know who or how this one was put together," I volunteered.
"But I do like the way the woman in the middle is stacked!"

"Stacked is right!" My gyest agreed.
"But now I gotta ask you somethin' ...
What do all the girls in these pictures have in common?"

"Well ... They're all dead, I guess ... Except for Russlana ... But then - she soon will be ..."

Aw, nuts! They aren't any of 'em any deader'n you or I am sittin' here!"

"Well - then - I'm not sure ..."

"They're all white! Each and every one of 'em!
Now I'm going to show you something, Uncle Buck!
But you're gonna hafta excuse me for a minute!
Don't go 'way! I'll be right back!"

She must have cased the place rather well because she arose from where she was seated and stalked off in the direction of the downstairs lavatory.
A minute or two later, she returned.
I took one look and nearly dropped my teeth ...

"Now y'see Uncle Buck, I got all the same parts that those white gals have ...
The only real difference is my color ...
And how much difference does that really make?
So what I'd like to know is ...
Why don't you see any women like me in these here videos you boys like to look at?
Jus' tell me that!"

"Well - I ... That is to say ..."

"And here ... I've gotta show you somethin' else!"

And much to my relief, she returned to the computer and sat down at the keyboard.

"C'mere! I promise that I won't bite!"

I wasn't at all certain of that ...
But I thought it safer to comply with her wishes ...
So I shuffled up behind her and looked at the screen over her shoulder.

"Thass the same gal we wuz lookin' at before!
Only this time she's a cow-girl what got shot plumb full'a holes!
I can do that!
Gimme a minute an' I'll show you!
I gotta find 'em first!
Oh yeah! Good!
Here they are!"

"These are from a photo-shoot I did out west somewhere ...
Can't recall just where exactly ...
Somewhere's in Arizona, I think ...
So hot an' dry ...
I swear a body could die of thirst an' not know it!"

"An' now I take the first slug right between my tits!
Isn't that where you've said y'like t'see the gals get hit?"

I found myself somewhat relieved that my guest was content to do all the talking.
For my own part I was too dumbfounded to make an intelligible comment.

"And weren't you the fella who wants t'see a woman strugglin' with her breast when she gets plugged?"

"I Well ...
Again - I mean ...
That is to say ..."

And you-all kin see for yourself that I kin do that every bit as good as the next ... Maybe even better!"

"Do you mind if I smoke? No?
Well then, could you light me up?"

I had to retreat to the kitchen to fetch a match and when I lit her cigarette she tossed her head back in a manner similar to the poses she struck when she was out west. It occurred to me that the reactions that we appreciate most in a video are often what the woman is inclined to do pretty much regardless of her setting.

"Y'know Uncle Buck? I really don't smoke all that much from day to day ...
But when I'm posing, the photographers tell me that my audience thinks that a woman smoking is sexy.

"I gotta be runnin' along pretty soon .. I don't wanna risk wearin' out my welcome!"
I hastened to assure her that there was absolutely no chance whatever of that!

I guess you got my message load and clear, Buck!
And I'd like to leave you with my contact information, if you don't mind?
I don't have a website of my own but I can be reached through this outfit ..."

Raven Swallowz @ IStudio

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"Well Uncle Buck! I gotta go now ...
I've had a good time ...
Maybe can get together again some time?"
But please remember the gist of my message ...
There's women of color out there who are fairly itching for the chance to work with the fetish producers!"