I couldn't be that mean.Carla finally showed up at seven o'clock. She didn't appear to be upset which puzzled me. When she sat down she didn't speak t... me until she had ordered her martini. Then she asked, "How did you do?"I dropped my score sheet in front of her and said, "138".Carla studied my score sheet for a moment then she looked and me and said, "That's a good score on that test." Then she handed me her score sheet. I couldn't believe my eyes. Calra had scored 142. She beat me. I was. Her parents would never allow it. Daddy said that Quanesha would put her on birth control. He didn’t want her having a baby and she agreed. Like other pimps, Tyrone had no problem getting birth control pills, and abortions if needed from Planned Parenthood. The liberals who ran Planned Parenthood didn’t care that the pimps were exploiting young girls. They figured that the girls would get pimped out anyways and it was better that they weren’t punished with a baby. The Black employees liked the. I know that sounds mean, and I’m not trying to be. Just saying that because it was the one thing that first clued me into his non-genius-type status. Augh. I’m not as snotty as that makes me sound. I’m happy for him. He’s got kids and all. But back to Rachel’s brother, whose name I won’t mention to protect the semi-innocent. No one’s that angelic in their teens! We can call him Gabe. I saw him on the bus the other day. Trust me to find a way of making catching a bus look crazed. It was late,. I caressed her cheekbones, her chin, and rested my fingers on the sides of her neck. I looked down to see her eyes locking on mine. Time stood still as I watched her mouth open and her tongue reached out to perfectly lip her lips. That was all it took. Like lightning, my lips were on hers. Her arms went around my neck and her mouth opened slightly. This was all the urging I needed. Almost imperceptibly my tongue snaked across her lips, gently touching the front of her teeth. She opened her.