They think they’re all that. They act like they own the place. And they’re more treacherous than most Black folks realize. I honestly think the wo...ld would be a better place without White people. Is it wrong of me to say this? I don’t give a shit. I hate White people. I hate White men and White women. And I don’t care who knows it. I’ve never had a problem letting White people know I didn’t like them. To me, they’re all crackers and losers. They’re petty, dishonest, dumb, treacherous, and they. I held her and finally she started to slow down."What are you doing here. I though I would never see you again. We tried calling you, and for some reason we never got through. I must have had a number wrong or something."How's Al? I asked her.Her face kind of came apart and the tears started to flow again."Mike, that is why we tried to call, Dad died 6 weeks ago. I am so sorry we couldn't reach you. The time when you and your brother stopped. He had such a good time. He talked about it often. I. The two sides of his shirtcrawled back across his breasts and fused together seamlessly to form atight-fitting sleeveless tank top, which more than adequately displayedKyle's new and quite bountiful breasts.The legs of his denim pants became one, then slowly crept up his legsleaving in their place a tight fitting denim skirt of mid-thigh length.As he walked toward Marvin, Kyle casually flicked his hair away from hisface. Marvin was amazed with Kyle's overtly sensual movements and. "Mike is surprised but acts knowing and wise. He had no idea he had only signed for three years but it sounds like a good idea. He settles to chat with them and all seems easy with his going now it is settled.Soon it is midnight and all have retired to their rooms. Mike takes moccasins in hand and stealthily leaves the house. He moves like a shadow along the streets and blends with the night behind a house a few streets from home. He climbs a tree by the house and sits on a limb watching.