The way he behaved was so unlike him he shuddered."Are you cold?" Shelby asked."I'm sorry, I shouldn't take my frustration out on you," Clay said."Who...else is here, Clay? Under the circumstances, you've been a stellar patient. It's too bad you don't have more outside communication," Shelby remarked."I wasn't here to make friends," Clay reminded her.Shelby stopped at the door when she was finished and turned back towards Clay. The handsome American always looked so lonesome to her. Not knowing. What my racist father didn't realize was that the area was close to being one fourth black.Since I was back and forth moving in all my stuff, I didn't realize this either until a week after I moved in. I first noticed this my next door neighbor, Rashad.Rashad was a 25-year-old black adonis. A "god" for lack of a better word. He was 6'2" tall and around 200 lbs. of carved ebony muscle. His chest was chiseled and his muscle bound thighs fanned out from his trim waist. His ab muscles epitomized. I learned later from her mother when we talked about Jan and I privately, Jan had threatened to get pregnant to me if she didn’t let us have safe sex together. She said that frightened her as she believed Jan would have gone that far. It sounded like a big breakthrough but Jan and I had still been meeting secretly at one of her friends homes to have sex together. Her friend and her boyfriend were having sex as well. A few times the four of us all had a sort of orgy together, but we never. Come again t'tell me wha' is happen', when ye can. Bu' God gae wi' ye."On the way down with Heisinger, Igwanda and Amuri she couldn't avoid a small sense of dejá vu. It was a trip she'd made so many times before. But always with Carlos, or almost always, and then with Meier as well, she thought. God, I miss Carlos, and I miss those days, too. If it were only possible to turn back the clock... "I beg your pardon?" she started from her reverie. Igwanda had said something to her, but she'd been.