Now I was standing there, wearing those tight orange jumpers, brushing my hair, and looking and talking like a pretty teenage bedroom negra. Deputy Bl...ett was confused and he'd never had a queer thought in his life, but I'd be willing to bet he was thinking about it now and it wasn't making him too happy."When do you think I can go home, sir?" Home?" The deputy shrugged as he took my brush back. "I wouldn't worry about that too much, the sheriff will find you one." Sir?" I narrowed my eyes, not. Now the games begin. “Sure, Dad. Let me go try it on and show it off right.”He stayed on the couch on his phone. I could see the bulge in his pants so I figure he was chatting with one of his online penises. I went into the room and changed.I came out, not 100% sure things would go as predicted, but when I realized his hand was in his lap and he was squeezing his cock, I figured I had a pretty good shot. I step into view and it took him a moment to look up from his phone.I stood there, my feet. ” “Yeah.” “What did she say?” He asked. “It was kind of hard to tell. There was a lot of crying. I think I got the gist of it. She’s afraid of sex, like I told you before.” He shrugged and replied, “And she’s into girls” “Yeah, there is that.” She said, “I wasn’t really surprised, though.” “What do you mean?” “In college, you meet a lot of girls that are like Mary. They’re out of the shelter of their parents’ influence, and they’re not sure who they really are, now that they can make their own. A young black man came in, and sat next to a blonde-haired white woman who was clearly his girlfriend. They looked affectionately at one another and kissed. I smiled. I’m always happy to see happy couples. The world could use more of them. The two black women who had been talking previously glared at the young black man and his white girlfriend with pure disdain. I couldn’t help but smile. When the train stopped at my destination, Park Street, I couldn’t help but tell these two bitter black.