She has been made pregnant and we are absolutely positive it is from Derrick's black cock, which is very exciting, of course to me. The thing where Mo... is coy about it is, that she always has acted like the hypnotism is the only thing that makes her agree to being with Derrick at all. When Mom isn't under the influence of her 'NIGGERCUNT' code, she spends all the rest of the time around me not even talking the slightest bit about anything I am making her do with Derrick.Obviously, I don't. She fell down to her knees to slow me down, but I just dragged her down the hallway and into the play room. Stopping in the center of the room I pulled her up to her feet by her hair. The scream from her mouth filled the room. Keeping a tight hold on her hair, I pulled her head back painfully."You have exactly one minute to remove the remainder of your clothes!" I growled by her ear."No!" she hissed.I left her standing in the center of the room walking towards the far wall. I felt her hot stare. I lick them again and taste salt. I can feel gritty sand coating my tongue. I slowly sit up and open my still-clenched eyes. I blink. I cannot believe this was where I landed. Of all the places I could have turned up, I have washed up on the most perfect, movie island. The sand is like sugar, the sea and sky blurring into one streak. Like an oil painting. A single seagull caws, bobbing on the crystal sea. Behind me, a vibrant green jungle dotted with pinks and yellows. I must have washed up in. "I've got a date. It's okay."Traci was wearing tight hip-hugger pants and an even tighter shirt that left several inches of her stomach exposed. She looked somewhere between Hilary Duff and Britney Spears."You're going out like that? Does Mom know?"Traci set her face. "Mom knows. She didn't say anything." Probably in shock." Tony, Mom realizes that I'm growing up. Why can't you?" I do realize that you're in the seventh grade now, but..." I waved my hand down and up again encompassing her.