I pulled my pants down, I was wearing a jock. That’s when I hear the guy from the other booth say, “Damn, nice white ass!” I liked the sound of ...is voice—deep and masculine. He told me to turn and show him my ass.I had to listen. I turned and bent slightly, my muscled ass parted and my hairy hole showed. My buddy went nuts, “Oh yeah! I’m going to fuck that white ass. I just wanna know if you want my black dick through the hole or if you want to come into the back parking lot to get fucked,” he. She has a ginormous brain. I can feel her thinking and what she feels. Valsam we need to teach you to speak properly.”“No, you don’t nob-head. I want to learn the language of hers first and then I will teach her to speak properly. You use redundant filler language and you don’t use the simplest of language as you should. You use like and umm and incomplete words. She needs an excellent grasp of our languages.”“I speak proper.”“That is a perfect example. I speak properly dill-blat.”Valsam. She’s warm and friendly. My heart flutters. I am a ship emerging from the fog. It’s everything I’ve wanted. It’s everything I’ve hoped would happen.“Say,” she says. “Or take me with you. I know we belong together.”It’s a fall evening in 1996.I am nineteen years old.We are walking across campus. Meg’s black hair comes to her shoulders. It was barely below her ears when we started dating. She’s wearing a navy corduroy skirt and a white sleeveless sweater over a dark blue bra.It’s been. ”“And, how long have you known this?”“Uh, all my life. It’s the way they do things here.”I turned around. “Did the rest of the town know this?”The consensus, heard roughly through all the shouting, was no. Actually, the consensus was more along the lines of ‘hang every one of them’ but I took that as a ‘no, they hadn’t known’.Back to the secretary. “So, what happened to all the money we took from the ship?”“It was distributed immediately.”“How much was that again?”“114 Conchs. Each council.