Tell me, girl." Because you wished it, sir," she said after a short pause. Without instructions to the contrary she continued to gaze into his face."W...y would you do that?" he asked right back at her.Shanika didn't know what he wanted her to say. At last she decided to just tell him the truth. "Because I'm a nigger, sir," she said. Her heart raced and she felt wetness between her legs. "Niggers do as they're told." She waited for his reaction.Craig looked down at the colored woman, his. It was a magical, very scary evening, full of contained grief and anger. Grief conflicted with awe, being able to play this game contradicting the raw fact of our fallen teammates, sparked a hidden well of anger at Richie Del Toro and his band of rogues. I felt it in me, and I thought I could detect it in my comrades on the pitch. It heightened my senses, throwing me headlong into something resembling a dreamlike state. I rode the feeling throughout the second half, letting my emotions manifest. We lasted a whole week and a half.Mom was late getting home from work, and I was just getting out of the shower. We met in the upstairs hall. With just a towel around my waist, I stopped and stared at Mom with her blue skirt, white blouse, purse, and laptop. We stood there looking at each other. Mom put her purse and laptop down, came over, and took me by the hand. She led me to her bedroom.I laid down on the bed. Mom pulled up her skirt, took her panties off, and threw them on the bottom of. Maybe they treat their husbands the same as they have Joanne treating me.On Thursday, I was tired of the old ‘hum drum’ and called Joanne and told her to pack an overnight bag. I was taking Friday off and needed to get out of town. I reserved a hotel suite for the weekend. Nice dining and dancing in a five star hotel having a mini-mall on the ground floor for her shopping pleasure. Joanne asked what she should pack, and I told her to pack her nice sexy mini dresses, a bikini if she wanted.