‘Hey Rach,’ Ayla murmured. ‘How’d your first class go?’ Rachel wanted to know. ‘It wasn’t too bad, except Dimitri is in it,’ Ayla answ...red. ‘I’m heading to Starbucks, wanna come?’ she asked. ‘Do I ever. I haven’t had a cap since break,’ Rachel agreed. ‘Then lets go.’ ‘How have things with Shane been since the miscarriage?’ Rachel asked after taking a sip of her cappuchino. ‘They’ve been pretty good. We’re being more careful these days, but we’re going pretty strong,’ Ayla answered, swirling. When I told him that, it was the first time I had ever seen a sparkle in his face. He smiled for the first time in a while. He knew what I was planning. A few Sunday’s passed when I asked about the dildos. He said he had to be careful at home since Sharon would not like what he was doing. I told him to let me take care of her. I was already helping Sharon bring out her inner slut with the help of a few friends. Of course I shared this with Kevin as he enjoyed the humiliation. The time has come. One of them really got on my nerves. His name was Anderson Brockwood, and he was the biggest asshole on campus. Anderson Brockwood was tall, good-looking, wealthy…and black. Yes, my nemesis at Hoover College was a fellow black man. An African-American student-athlete who made it his business to hassle me. Anderson Brockwood was untouchable. As the captain of the school’s basketball team he was considered a demigod on campus. Also, his parents were rich. His father, Achilles Brockwood was the. Within minutes Mary was at the door, and one by one we followed her downstairs to where or wives and the black men were.Embarrassed beyond words I and the others entered the large Ballroom, my legstrembling with abashment. Mary gave me a drinks tray, and I slowly began tomake my way around the room."You address the black men as Sir, and all the women as Miss, including youown wife," Mary instructed me as I made my way.Nervously I made my way towards where Mel was standing with Dwayne by.