The office Super Bowl party is a tradition that goes back to before I started working there 6 years ago. Every year the entire office gets together f...r a ?girls only? Super Bowl party, and every year there are stupid bets made between ?the girls.? Someone ends up having to come to work with orange hair or in a football jersey of the winning team or with makeup in the winning teams colors or whatever. Like I said, they are stupid bets, but this one has to be the stupidest one ever.I am. ”“It’s not your fault.”“Yes, it is. I should have known better and told Dr. Bruce that I wasn’t going to through with it. I should have dropped out when I had the chance.”“We would still be back to the way we were before our Program week if you didn’t.”“No. It was meant to be. Somebody or something wanted to put me through this.”“What if I told you they lost your exemption papers on purpose?”“It was an accident, Sue. Shit happens.”“Can we start over?”“Do you want to?”“Yes.”“I do too. But I need. This isnt about making people feel sorry for me.Anyone who knows my story knows I've had a few bad things happen to me.But I know others with lives that make mine look like a walk through thepark. I've been pitied, while it can feel good to have someone empathizewith me, a person gets tired of being the object of pity pretty fast.I've thought more than once that I know people are judged by how theytreat "the least of these", but I would be just as happy if "the least ofthese" was somebody. The white men are the ones we watch the closest.”This was what I was helping to promote, to profit from, really. The profiting wasn’t only my job, though. I already understood and accepted the other ‘profiting’, the profiting from having big black cock available to me … or, maybe, I was made available to it. Either way, I liked big black cock. No, I loved big black cock and my markings showed that.With a signal from Mr. Nolan that I didn’t even notice, a young black man appeared deferentially.