He made whatever arrangements he thought necessary, then returned to me, turning the tiny clamps now on my nipples a full turn each and saying that as...tomorrow I was leaving, he would be caning me before I left, to leave me with a few welts to see me homeward, but today was different today I was to endure. And endure I did, I endured what I suspect was a number hours, of laying in the sun, a cloth over my head to give me shade, and in most respects blindfolding me, clamps on my nipples, and a. "So you want to play that way huh?" she said with a smirkAlmost immediately she whipped up some tears and a convincing whineyvoice."How could you do this to me Chris?" she yelled at the top of her lungswhile pounding on the door" How could you kick me out on the streetjust because I told you I was pregnant? Is that all I am to you, just acheap toy that you can just fuck and knock up then just throw away?"She grinned as the door almost immediately opened up and Chris blushingbright red grabbed. I walked home, feeling angry, annoyed and embarrassed. Just another example of racial profiling in America. That incident shook my faith in the criminal justice system, but not my faith in men’s rights activism. I saw modern men as prey to the man-haters in high places. I wasn’t about to give up on my brethren simply because some white policemen refused to let go of their hatred of black males. I continued to speak up at school, on the bus, at the library and on the street about men’s rights. He didnt look his age he looked maybe 14 or 15. Jasmine went over to his house all the time even though she was only 6 she was tough and never did Arthur see her cry. But every night when his parents thought he was sleeping and he knew she was sleeping, he would still climb out the window in his room and jump on to the tall Spruce tree and swing on to Jasmines roof and sneak into her window and he would kiss her on her forehead and admire her pretty face. Chapter 4 Virginity Arthur was now 15.