Don't getme wrong, I still wasn't the biggest fan of black people - Marcus was thedistinct exception - but I felt some of my fear and anger focused ar...undthem was fading. There was still one major reason I had for dislikingthem, however - and I couldn't shake the feeling Miss Stevens wouldunearth it eventually.For the meantime, however, I found myself walking down to Miss Stevens'office, Marcus strolling along by my side, the prison guards flanking usall the way. As we reached the door Marcus. I drifted in and out of thinking, not thinking, and even dozing a bit. My head was hurting quite a bit now. Eventually Shannon turned down a side street near town and pulled into a driveway.“Is this your house?” I asked.“Yeah. Would you mind if I took a quick shower and grabbed my dance stuff? I have to be at the studio this morning for class, so it’d be easier if I did that now. You can chill in the car or come in. Five minutes tops!”“I see how it is,” I muttered, settling into the passenger. We lay there looking at each other’s face. No words, no kisses, just looking into her eyes. Maggie ran her hand over my cheek and smiled. Her lips moved, but no sound came. It was like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. She closed her eyes and laughed to herself. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me. I looked into her eyes and in with very quiet voice I said, ‘I love you, Maggie.’ She smiled and in an equally soft voice said, ‘And I love you, John.’ We moved closer and softly. Wilson. I thought about that a few minutes then called her number.The phone rang several times then I heard the receiver being picked up. "Hello. Who is calling please? This is Gloria Cooper speaking." Smiling while thinking about my fist in her cunt, I said, "Hi Gloria. It's Peter." Her voice effusive now she spoke, "PETER!!! I'm so happy you have called! I hope you have thought about my proposal." I told her I had thought about it, but wanted to emphasize I was loyal to Mrs. Wilson.