I knew I wouldn’t have enough power to pass on the straight but as we approached the right-hand bend I did what had to be done, I waited. We were pl...ying a high-speed game of chicken and Rory braked first. As he fell back, I hit the brakes and took the racing line. I came out of the bend in front of him and I could hear Rory ranting at Dan.‘He cut me up Dan; the old bastard cut me up.’‘He didn’t cut you up. He out-braked you that’s what he did. Now if you just hang on to his backside for a few. I had never felt so wonderful,and she said that she adored how I looked, kissing me stronglyon the lips. She took me by the hand and led me to her dressing table. I satthere, and, for the first time, she applied cosmetics to myface, foundation, powder, false eyelashes, eye shadow, lipstickand blush. She then put false nails, already polished deep red,on my fingertips. She handed me my champagne, and I was amazedat how feminine my hand looked, with the long nails encirclingthe glass. We sipped. My back was arching with pleasure. I felt this knot of pleasure in the bottom of my stomach start to form. I heard a wet slapping sound as she kept pumping."I coming Alice" Scream my name baby scream"she said I did when I felt my self cum I screamed her name. All I saw was stars. When my vision came back. I saw Alice looking at me."I gone lick you clean baby" she said. Her face went down and then I felt her tongue enter me and she started cleaning me like she promised. I felt her lick my lips.. They were too busy living in comfort right alongside the racist men. No sense of sisterhood made the racist woman on the plantation feel bad for the black woman who was her slave. How quickly black women forget where they come from. They forget that black men have been fighting, suffering and dying alongside them for ages. Since the beginning. As black men and black women, we’re a breed apart. We need to take care of our own, not embrace divisive social movements created by racist women to.