" I already have the evidence." I handed him the plastic bag containing the soiled bed linen.He peered into the bag and gave me a bemused look. " A be... sheet?" Bed sheets, coated with the bodily fluids of my wife and Martin Hodge." I said with a note of triumph in my voice. "The DNA is the evidence of them fuc ... having sexual relations." Well, it's highly irregular, but no doubt admissible as evidence." He took the bag from me, and, with his nose wrinkled in disdain, or disgust, placed the. "You've all signed your paperwork and agreed to the terms of the game. This island," a touch of mischief touches his eyes, "Yes, I said island, which means you can't chicken out and try to make a run for it. This island is abandoned with the exception of you ten girls, and the fifty horny men who will trying to prevent you from reaching your goal. The entire island is under surveillance for the sake of the show, and all of our men have cameras as well.The man hefts a small green backpack, "When. "He continues, "As you know I'm a psyche major, also minored in sociology, so let's talk about these stereotypes or myths as you call them, what ones don't you believe?"I drew a deep breath, knowing this topic could become potentially unfriendly."No worries, Joe" he assured me, "I've heard it all, however it'll be good for me to understand how the White Community close to home sees us." "Ok," I start, "First off the black community is not uneducated or inferior intellectually. You're proof of. My wife wanted to ask your wife where she bought her swimsuit? I look at her and she smiles and then looks down in embarrassment.This swimsuit my wife and Kay wore was so sheer,this is a reason Glen got mad.I tell Ben she got it in town.He asks me if she is shopping today? I tell him no but Kay and I will go and I can show then the store. They thank me,as Elle looks up to make eye contact,she smiles and together they begin to laugh as they walk away. I go sign up for the bus ride then grab more.