Amy and her friend stood facing me blocking the way out. Her friend leaned over and whispered something to Amy and they both sniggered. Amy's friend t...ld me to take my jacket off or else. I took it off and put it down on the ground next to me.Amy grinned at me, 'Pull your trousers down,' she said.I undid my belt and pulled my trousers down to my ankles and stood there in my shorts and my long shirt. The atmosphere had suddenly become more intense, in the silence I could hear Amy and her friend. “They kidnapped Nikky. It’s going down right now in the parking lot at the ice cream story near South Side School. Police are responding. Shots fired. I think we’re all okay though. Hurry. Dev called me. All hell broke loose. He said an ambulance was on the way, too.”Dave jolted to a standing position. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have an emergency. This meeting is over.” He bolted from the room directly to his car, and squealed out of the parking lot as he took the corners nearly on two wheels.. The studio was clean and modern and very professional-looking. That eased my nerves somewhat. The receptionist directed me to one of the rooms and instructed, “Hang your clothes on the hooks provided in the dressing area. Put on one of the robes. Marcel will come in shortly.”I went into the dressing section and began to hang up my clothes. I removed the bra. I thought about leaving the panties on, but that would look silly. And I’m sure this masseur has seen hundreds of bodies before,. The funny thing is that she’s convinced Black men of the same thing. How in hell did she convince the Black woman that she was her friend and ally? Simple. The White woman approached the Black woman under the White flag of gender politics, portraying herself as the Black woman’s sister and friend rather than the cruel and heartless witch who had Black men and Black women whipped and chained during the days of slavery. And the Black woman actually fell for that ploy and welcomed the White woman,.