"I see," he says, "and the fact this is an all-black neighborhood never worried you?" No," I reply, "I don't believe in the stereotypes and myths of o...r races, I like to believe we're all good people and do the right thing by one another."He laughs, "Well I appreciate your confidence in our culture. I don't think that group out there on the corner would agree with you, however."He continues, "As you know I'm a psyche major, also minored in sociology, so let's talk about these stereotypes or. I agreed and welooked amazing, Valerie with her long blond hair and blue linen dress andme with my long black hair and red satin dress. No one could believe howgood I looked and how natural I acted as a young woman. Every year sincethan we had gone with a theme that had me in drag, last year we and twoother stylists from Val's salon were the cast of desperate housewives andI wore an incredible leather skirt that is still hanging in my closettoday. The year before that we were the Pussycat. ’ I stood up at Lee’s request. My breathing was nearly back to normal. It had taken some effort. I was confused at the emotions I was feeling. What Shawn had done was not right. But if that was the case, why was it that I could feel my pussy throbbing with lust? I picked my bag up from the floor and followed Lee down the hallway to the backdoor. He held it open for me and I stepped outside. The door closed quietly and I could hear Lee breathing heavily behind me. He was pressing his body. But every time we talked about it he would want to play a game called the sleeping game. During the sleeping game Nathan and I would go into his bed under the covers and see who could fall asleep the fastest. He would always hold me while we slept, to me it was brotherly, and until one day he took it a little too far and scared the crap out of me. We were both lying in his bed, his hands weren’t were they usually were slung over my hips. I could feel his hands working them slowly up and down my.