It’s just never been the right time. This weekend?”Mom shook her head. “There’s a party over at the Bakers’ Friday night.”“See what I me...n?” I told her. “There’s always something going on with one of us.”It was Mom’s turn to shrug. “So, make it for next weekend and I’ll let your father know. Are you going with us to the party?”“What, the one at the Bakers’?” I asked.“Sure, you haven’t done that in a while now.”Suddenly I understood and my eyes popped open. The Bakers were having a swap party at. They finished their breakfast and went to the living room. Carla wasgoing to try to go wild and come back."Ok, I will try to go wild now. I don't know what will happen, but if Ican't go back in half an hour, can you take me back?" Carla asked."Through sex? Of course we can!" Catherine answered."Good! I am trying it now."Carla closed her eyes and concentrated on her body. She wasn't arousedyet, but she felt like she was floating. Catherine noticed that shestarted purring softly some time later.. Even at the most liberal schools, don’t think racism isn’t present. Rich white families don’t really like the idea of their sons and daughters mingling with the sons and daughters of African-American, Asian and Hispanic families. They don’t say it, of course. But I can tell. They smile too much, or stare too much when they see me. I guess even though the President of America is a Black man, and we have Black people serving as Governors and Senators, white people still have a staring problem. I guess I’m just scared that I’ll say something stupid or do something wrong, or that you’ll find me as boring as Beth did, and move on. Does that make sense? I can never tell if I’m expressing myself well.”She reached out and took my hand in both of hers.“It makes perfect sense,” she said. “I feel the same way. Stan was running around on me constantly. I found out from one of his other ... conquests, that she’d been with him for three years. She was with him longer than I was. She clearly.