.. slut...” he said the last word under his breath before standing up fully and grabbing onto her robe, pulling it off her with ease “Now you are ...o kneel beside that door and ask every student who comes in if they would like you to service them ... Actually no, you are to beg each student to use you before class starts and finish in you ... I don’t want a fucking mess to clean up so you better not let any spill ... Understood? And if anyone has a problem tell them to talk to me.” he said with. None of them had been faithful. I thenfound out that apart from the one who was married to ablack guy anyway, not one of the others was loyal totheir white husbands. All of them had had black loverson the side. Some of their lovers had just fucked me.I suppose I should have felt betrayed by my friends;after all they had tricked me into being gangbanged bynearly 30 black guys the night before I was due to bemarried to a white man – and in my wedding outfit aswell. But I wasn’t angry. Books of wonder, books that staggered the imagination. Mother’s books. Precious and needing to be read. I was literal, Cindy was poetic. We talked, we argued. I found a book of Dad’s on gardens. Cindy found a can on the top shelf full of coins and paper money. I walked the fifteen miles to town and smiled at Mr. Brown and said, yes, my dad was fine. I came back with seeds and sardines. I came back with cloth and candy. One night I was taking my bath in Cindy’s dirty water – yeah, I was lazy. She loved biking and her long hours rideing showed in her amazing calf muscles. The bottle opened immediately. They drank without any reservation. A pleasant mood set around them as the night set in. They talked about their dreams, the wine, and kissed. Slightly drunk she was funny and made him laugh. Her shoes came off and the sat comfortably on the sofa. Sitting close to her he touched her pleasant body. Finger for her bruises on her legs she would tell him the story behind each. Slowly he.