About forty minutes passed when I pulled up to a single, detached home in Mississauga, a city right next to Toronto. I parked the car in the driveway,...walked up to the front door, and knocked.Moments later, the door opened to reveal a tall, black woman on the other side. She had brown skin, full lips, and hair cut close to her skull. When she smiled, I was immediately reminded of my sister."Come in, come in," she said.The inside of her home was large and gave the incorrect impression that the. " I'm not sure they are all like me," I said."Yeah, I guess generalizing can be dangerous," James agreed. "I wasn't a bit concerned about you though. I knew from the moment I met you that you were one hot chick." What was the tip?' I asked."You looked me right in the eye when you answered my questions. You weren't all that bold or anything just fearless. Women don't have to be slutty, but they do have to be adventurous," James explained."I see. So you knew you could get my clothes off within. He's looks like your average 18 year-old about to embark on his college days. He's probably about 5'10" and 160 or 170 pounds with dirty blonde hair and his mother's green eyes. But his face reminds me a lot of his father's from 20 years ago. He's a very handsome young man who apparently doesn't know how to charm the ladies yet because he's only ever brought one girlfriend, Lisa, over and that lasted just about a month during his senior year.But there he is on the couch with a pillow on his lap. ”“Um, part of it was an act,” I said. “The part about tossing her off the balcony? I was pretty fucking close. God damn, she got on my nerves.”Liz laughed and shook her head.“Yeah,” she said again. “She’s a piece of shit. I think I always knew she was a piece of shit. I look back on that time of my life with genuine disgust. If I could go back and change things I would. I think Nadia might, too. But I also know I can’t. So I’ll do what I can to try to alleviate some of the guilt I feel.”“I know.