By the time she’d left for class she felt glorious and ready to take on the world.It was the only part of her day that worked out like she hoped. On...the way to her 11 o’clock class, she felt dampness in her panties that had nothing to do with arousal. Instead she realized that her period had started. She ducked into the ladies room and confirmed her fears when she saw blood dotting the lining of her panties.She almost broke into tears when she inserted the tampon. It was not what she hoped to. I tell her to sit back on her heels. The look she gives me is one of pure desperation. This is discomfort without eroticism. It is not enjoyable. She wants it to stop.I move to the shower and she is briefly hopeful, but I only put the plug in the tub so that it starts to fill. Now she is instructed to lay back, hands above her head, as the water that falls on her slowly fills the tub. She is gasping constantly now. People shipwrecked in icy waters often drown within minutes because the plunge. Deep inside my heart I wanted all of the white race to be sexually enslaved to the superior dark skinned beings. Still I didn't think I would hear from Janine again. That all of it had been just fly by night phone sex. So I went to work with my own jizz still resting in my mouth. That afternoon after I arrived home from my shift the phone rang. It was Janine. At first she was cordial, and pleasant. Asking me if I had enjoyed last night. Then I spouted off about how great it had been. Right off. #7: Nevaeh didn't cry for long. I'd like to take credit for that, but I suspected there might've been other reasons.I held Nevaeh while she double-checked her understanding of the situation, triple-checked that she'd NEVER see me again, then decided that some sex would be an excellent use of our time. I would've thought it'd be the last thing she'd want to do. (That's a bad choice of phrase given that this was her last time with me. I'll just say that I was very surprised by her wanting sex. I.