I hated that shit. They just thought they were the shit. And I know they didn't like me. I didn't give a fuck about them or speak to them. Mr. Livings...on was always giving me dirty fucking looks. You would think that the only two black families on one block would be friendly to each other.My mother and father were no better. They made every attempt to be nice to our stupid fucking neighbors. If they thought I was going to flip my style and start acting white so our stupid black neighbors would. ’ Lynn beamed. ‘Exactly! It’s not just the small towns. You’re rushing to judge them in the same way you expect them to rush to judge us. You have to give them a chance to be bigots before you hate them for it.’ I stiffened at the accusation that I was guilty of the same sin as those I despised, or at least wanted to despise. My spine collapsed with my ire, I sank back into my seat. ‘You’re right,’ I admitted. ‘I have to give them a chance first.’ I cut my eyes her way. ‘But don’t think I. Sam told Jenny that once the food was served, the two women would assume the fourth open seat at each table. They would be there to refresh the men's drinks, and bring more food as they requested. "Not as bad as I feared." Jenny thought.When Stephanie took her position at the end of the table, Jenny noticed that the special lighting had also been positioned to highlight both of them.Stephanie tried valiantly to force herself to smile and be cordial to the men as they went through the line. She. She replied with a Thank you!! with a smile on her face and put back on her clothes and I did too. She then tells me not to tell her husband that it's only between me and her only!! in her broken English. I whispered to her saying, yes, sure!!..only between you and me...I promise!!..she then said Thank you!!! and told me that her husband would be getting back soon and I headed back into the living room and sat there feeling so relieved after having a good shag with a gorgeous Bangladeshi.