"No, it is not President Bush. Your brother and your best friend are here.— Yes, I'll let you speak to them. I think you should have a little talk w...th the two of them." She reached out and Doreen grabbed the phone."Hi, Bettsy baby. Guess what. I'm preggers.— No. It was your evil little brother.— Well, you know. The usual way.— No, I'm not mad at him.— Married?" Doreen turned to me. "You didn't bring me up here to marry me, did you?" I shook my head. "Definitely not getting married.— Well, what. I decided to focus on academics rather than sports. As a six-foot-two, 240-pound, healthy young black man at a public high school, I was pretty much drafted into sports but I lost interest. Why did I really lose interest? My teammates gave one hell of a beating to my pal Simon, a gay white student. That really ticked me off. It disturbed me so much because I didn’t have the courage to stand up for him. I did nothing to stop them. It’s something I will always feel guilty about. I watched. I’d had a thing for her since the 8th Grade but I was too much on an idiot to garner her interest. Not now. I thought I had a shot and I asked her out. She said yes, with one proviso. I had to find a date for her best friend. I didn’t think that would present much challenge, although I did know there would be some challenge. Jasmine was her best friend, an exotic, half-black beauty that a lot of guys would love to have dated. She, like Tracey, was beauty-queen material and a bit of a fashion. And I’ve come to know that in my 17th year!! God, this generation is too fast. She came too close and our lips sucked.Exploring. What a feeling it was.Later, I was shocked to think that she was like a pro. That was about an hour I think, we forgot about her mother, who was calling her, suddenly I heard the footsteps and said her to go near the fridge and wait, our feeling was like fuck!And the next day, usually everyone was off. To my coincidence, she took a day off from the college and said we.