Maybe he might let you see more? It seems like that’s what you want?(Sunny becomes somewhat flustered that Racquel is on to her about catching her s...aring at her man’s body. Sunny is also intrigued as to what a white man might be like. Sunny recalls seeing white men but never really thought about how they might be in bed. Sunny is surprised at herself how aroused she is becoming around Racquel’s white man.)Sunny: Yeah, I suppose. (Sunny lets out a sigh in relief that Racquel is open to her. “Tell me, Ben, who’s your favourite author?”“Terry Pratchett.” Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realised too late he should have lied and said something more sophisticated to a professor of English Literature, but the question had come out of nowhere.She smirked at him. “I should have guessed. No need to be embarrassed; I enjoy his books too. He was a very entertaining author. I always felt sorry for the character ‘Rincewind’.”“Rincewind? The cowardly wizard?”“Yes. Always running away from. “Don’t you? You like my legs, don’t you? I can tell.” I couldn’t speak. I shook my head. “You don’t? I am so hurt.” She sounded upset. That made me worry that I would say something wrong that would make her tell my parents. Of course I liked her legs. But I couldn’t speak. I could only stare. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your parents if you’re just honest with me. You’ve been spying on me and watching my legs, haven’t you? Be honest.” What could I do? I nodded yes. “I knew it. I knew. Got it!”“Got it? What guy?” said Ben Holder.I stared as at a ghost, and uninvited ghost. She was two feet away when the waitress started to show us to our table.“Hello, Sam,” she said. I didn’t respond. I had already begun to wheel my way out of the place. But then Rina cut in on the action.“Sam? Where are you going? Wait! Stop!” said Rina, taking a seat at the table: the table next to my ex-girlfriend and her significant other.I stopped, reluctantly. I turned toward Rina. I was trapped.Lana.