But everybody there is looking to fuck.At this one party, all the men seemed to be paying attention to this one black lady. Deep dark olive-tone skin,...gold tooth, bad perm, big belly, big fat ass. Anywhere else she wouldn't have even gotten a first look. But tonight, she was the "it" girl. There was something about her, I don't know what it was, that was bringing all the men to her.One guy stepped up to her. She smiles, flashing that gold tooth at him. They whispered at each other for a little. I pointed at Felicity and Harrah, "You two get the kids going," then at Trinity, "You go get Candace. For now, she is your direct responsibility -- and if I catch you teaching her bad habits I will punish you -- harshly -- in front of her! Do you understand?" Yes, Master." Trinity seemed to be tasting the word 'Master' -- and enjoying it. She was a mess -- and my problem."Get moving," I told her. "If possible, try to avoid telling her what has happened to her parents. Just say that she's been. She had turned eighteen a few months before me, and with her age being midway between Louise and mine, she got on equally well with both of us, and over the years, we had all had a lot of fun together. She had moved in across the road when we were both six years old, and we had been in the same class at school for a few years, but when high school started, her parents had sent her as a day student to a private school on the other side of town. She had made a whole new group of friends there,. I hadn’t done so and a rift had grown between us. A rift that swiftly became a chasm before developing with equal rapidity into a canyon.The distance between us always likely to be too wide for either of us to bridge. Parting had not been the sweet sorrow that Shakespeare had described but bitter and fraught with insult and accusation from both sides. Particularly hers.She avoided my eyes as she asked that derisory question; still angry after all this time and to be honest, I do have to admit.