At lunch they took off together and told me that they might be a little late getting back, they were. Then about five minutes before the end of the da... they both stepped into my office, closed the door, and locked it.My secretary said, “Okay mister, you are going to look us over and tell us which one of us has the perfect asshole. I contend that I have. I may be twice her age but that doesn’t mean that my thirty-eight-year-old asshole isn’t perfect.”I watched in awe as Diane and my secretary. Kneeling there I heard the car pull up and the engine stop. Several doors slammed shut so I knew more than one person was behind me. Sure enough, I could see in the window glass as three young black men walked up to the porch. I continued to stare at the front door, not knowing who they were or if this was even part of the weekend plans. The three guys surrounded me and looked me over. I just stared straight ahead, kneeling and shivering although it wasn't really cold out there. They seemed. Outside, in the room, I could hear Steven laughing.“Do you need tweezers to hold that thing?”“Fucking douche,” I said under my breath.I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth before heading out into the room. Steven sat on the bed tying his shoes. I walked to my suitcase and took out clothes for the day. I took off my boxers and quickly changed into the clean ones.“Awwww…not gonna let your little dick hang out?” he snorted, “Not like it actually hangs anyway.”“Fuck you.”“Oh, I think you’ll. They don’t like to see an eligible bachelor or bachelorette who’s a member of their race with someone from outside the race. And all the sensitivity training and anti-prejudice seminars in the world won’t change that. Deep down, everyone is racist. Every Black man who finds himself alone in a place full of White women knows any one of them could falsely accuse him of any type of misconduct and she will believed because she is female and White. And a White female who sees a Black man entering.