Maybe nothing. It's just a ... peculiar feeling. Like ... I don't know," she said, the frustration obvious in her mental voice. "I've never felt anyth...ng like it before." Do you feel bad? Are you sick? Oh, crap, that was stupid. You can't be sick, you're a..." Carla stumbled to a stop."I'm not a freaking ghost. So don't call me one," Brenda snapped, quite uncharacteristically."I was going to say spirit," Carla quietly said. "I didn't mean to insult." Oh, shit. I didn't mean to, either," Brenda. If anyone had ever accused me of doing that, I’d have laughed in his or her face, but Kate always thought she wanted me until she met Elizabeth. When I noticed Kate for the first time, I was twenty-five and she was eighteen. We were doing inventory at Johnson’s market and I’d been working late. When I turned off the main highway into my family’s driveway, the beam of the headlights from my Ford pickup flashed across the window of Kate’s bedroom and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kate was naked. By this time, any feeling of anger I had recently felt was now replaced with an intense sexual desire for my girlfriend. Ashley always got a little crazy in bed when she drank, and it appeared this night was going to be no different. I muttered a silent ‘thank you’ and hopped up from my seat, eager to begin the night’s festivities. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I made my way into the bedroom, pulling my shirt off in the process. As I proceeded through the darkened doorway I froze, my. It started as her boss, Leon, a huge dominant black man, had requested her to be white whore he would train to teach his two nephews how to treat and control a submissive white slut. Those young black guys had not been with a woman before and Leon was very specific how black men should control white women. According to him, all white married women were to serve and obey black men in every aspect and since Ana had already submitted to him; she was the perfect white slut for those young black.