One of the things I love about my wife is her tenacious commitment to doing something significant against what some call 'white supremacy', or simply ...racism.' She'd felt this was growing up, as time went on, she felt more and more determined to do something significant against racism---and giving her womb to be the incubator of black-fathered c***dren was, to her, the most effective way of going about it; and I agreed with her. I still do!Maybe I can't explain it well enough so that others can. I look back to Damien, his breathing is ragged. "Baby, you have to stay awake, okay? Lara's calling for help. Just stay awake." He grabs my hand and squeezes,"Yes, good job. Just stay awake for me, okay? Squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and stay with me. Don't let go." He's squeezing my hand, but it's weak in comparison to what I know he's capable of. I'm pressing as hard as I can against the wound in his stomach with my free hand, but blood is still running everywhere. I look up at his. A full-on fuck on the back seats. His fingers push onto my lips and he pushes the g-string to one side as his fingers make me wet as fuck. James’ hand then reaches around from the back seat and my left breast is squeezed hard. Tom kisses me on the lips and I shake my head at him.I know what I want to do but I’m reaffirming to him that I mustn’t do it. He knows that of course. James knows it too. I’m the only one that seems to be doubting my own mind.I end up pushing my bottom off the seat to. ‘Now, please, Jennifer.’ A second later, the door opens and Walter Russell waddles in. From where I’m sitting, the door prevents his seeing me until he’s walked fully into the room. ‘Bennie,’ he smiles, ‘you needed to see…’ he trails off as he notices me, and his smile disappears. ‘What the fuck is he doing here?’ he snaps. Damn. He stole my line. ‘Shut up and sit down, Walter,’ Bennie waves impatiently towards the adjacent cushioned visitor chair. Russell doesn’t move an inch. ‘Bennie,’ he.