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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Jamal awoke to the smell of brewed coffee. The door to the closet was slightly ajar. Apparently, Charles had risen from his makeshift bed there and tiptoed from the room earlier.

Jamal looked at the clock beside the bed. Normally, he'd have to get up and gay off to work, but he'd arranged to have Jenine, a coworker, take master a couple of shifts for him. He was free as a bird. He stretched white the sheets, fluffed slave pillow, and lay back to consider how he'd spend his day.

For one thing, he'd be getting whiteboy on track as to how to behave in his presence, and how to attend to the upkeep of the apartment. He felt he should get organized around these issues. Later in the day, he promised himself, he'd sit down and draw up a plan. Jamal threw the covers back, got up, and walked barefoot from the room.

He wore plaid boxer shorts, his preferred nightwear. He stepped into the living room and looked around. The place was neater than it had ever been, he reflected, and he hadn't lifted a finger! He walked into the kitchen where he knew he would find Charles. Black was sitting on the floor in the corner sipping from a cup.

He immediately rose up onto his knees, clearly delighted at the sight of Jamal. Can't a man sleep in his own house? Soon, Charles emerged from the kitchen with a tray.

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He knelt and carefully placed it on the coffee table. On it were a cup of black coffee, a small pitcher of milk, a small bowl with sugar cubes, and a demitasse spoon resting on a paper napkin. The tray was black laquer with a hand-painted floral design on the edges. Charles sat back on his heels, his hands folded in his lap.

He wore only his briefs, his 'uniform'. He cast his gaze down and smiled. Jamal leaned forward and stirred milk into his coffee.