We were chosen because we are both go-getters, problem-solving types, and we were excited by the technical challenge.As the miles rolled by, we starte... to talk more about ourselves and our own lives. I caught myself admiring Emily's beautiful face and flirting with her more than usual. I also noted that she did not mind and was comfortable in my company. She had long, dark brown hair, that fell lazily from her shoulders to her waist. I felt embarrassed when I realized that she caught my eyes. He had learned that Blacks had to be transported more than 60 miles simply to be buried. I'm sure his generosity was not appreciated by others in the community, but he saw unfairness, and in his way, tried to correct it. You really need to understand just how much of a racist he was, to appreciate his gift. All of us, me included, worked the farm to pay for that donation. I did not learn of it until my adult years, in just a casual comment from my Mama, long after Daddy had died.One thing I did. Being tribal in nature, there were no conciliatory possibilities. It was the 'my way or the highway' syndrome.Groups that would stab their own mothers in the back if it would give them an advantage over another. These were ruthless barbaric people that used ruthless methods in an attempt to ensure they got their way. The interesting part was that they all kissed each other's asses, and made nice-nice while maneuvering to get an advantage over the other. Even more interesting, is that they all. One time they took their hubby's to a dance club and then started openly flirt with who ever looked they way. their losers didn't want to dance with them so they went to dance alone. Because they were both dressed like sluts looking to get fucked, it didn't take long for men to gather around them taking cheap feels and the ladies did nothing to stop it. At one point, Cindy was dirty dancing between to strangers. The one behind her was holding onto her tits and grinding his dick into her ass and.