She looked down at my jeans. Her ever-so-observant eyes lit up."Oh my God. Chad, are you hard?" she said."Shit," I whispered."You are! Can I get somet...ing off my chest?" she said.I was intrigued. So, I tilted my head."I have a thing for black guys and your big black dicks." She had a look as she said that. As I said before, we were products of our environment. She was part-white, part-Latina. Hell of a combo, isn't it? Almost all her boyfriends were black. I'm black. So... do I have a chance?. Odd, I really wasn't tired, but I shrugged it off and finishedthe story.I wrote Mistress Dyvia another email, telling her I had completed thetask and I gave myself a generous four out of ten, so not convincingat all, with my feminine voice, but I tried. While I awaited herreply, I decided to run up to the grocery store. I began to walk to mycar, and immediately ran back inside. I had completely forgot toremove my lipstick. I hastily wiped it off and drove off to the store.I got about hallway. – ‘Such as?’ said Jazz. – ‘It’s cooperative, and needs five or more players – which is why the four of us haven’t tried it yet. But it looks cool.’ The girls exchanged looks. Cyn answered for them. ‘Bring it out.’ she said. Les set up the board and the pieces, but left me to do the explaining. – ‘It’s called Stalag 15.’ I told them. ‘It’s a World War Two prisoner-of-war camp. We play the POWs, trying to escape, while the Nazis try to stop us.’ – ‘Zombies, and then Nazis.’ said Gerry, with. . you can clean my apartmentfor a month."Taking one more fortifying swallow of wine, I squared my shoulders. Asmuch as I desired owning that jacket, and with the amount of alcohol inmy system, something clicked. I told him, "All right, you're on. And abet is a bet. No backing out after I win." No backing out," he agreed, and added, "for either of us."So everything was arranged. On Friday night I would go with him to aplace called The Pink Peach, a couple of his peers would dress me and.