If it wasn't for her skirt and very bad perfume, I couldn't tell if she was a woman. I got on without greeting her and pushed the button two or three...times as to say, hurry up and get me to the lobby. The elevator was in motion when the fire alarm went off and the elevator shut down. Great, I thought as the alarm rung and I looked for away out. The alarm soon stopped and the little red phone rung, the nerd picked it up, "I see, ok, ok, no, two of us, ok, yes, were fine, ok, ok," were her. There was absolutely no way my statement could be taken in any other way. Particularly after what she had witnessed yesterday evening. Her reply was classic as well.“I may or may not see you again tonight honey, so enjoy… and sleep tight.” She told me leaving me wondering.I did not want to wonder so I played along with appropriate wording. “I’m sure you’ll still see me. Probably later after dad goes to bed and I take a shower.” I couldn’t believe how bold I was. Yet if indeed she wanted. They’re not all bad. They’re human beings. Some of them are lawyers, doctors, policemen, athletes and entertainers. They’re good men with needs and desires, just like everybody else. They’re people, and should be treated as such. That’s my view of Black men. I guess you could say that I’m a fan of theirs. I respect and even admire them as people. Just look at all the good-looking, charming and successful Black men in Hollywood, the National Football League, the National Basketball Association. " "No, I don't suppose you do." "This is all cool, right?" He pointed to the girl as he zipped up his pants, looking away from her heaving body for the first time in over half an hour. "Oh, yea, like I said, her dad really pissed me off, this little cunt was a way of pacifying me, keeping him around a little longer, you know." "What a schmuck this guy must be." Bernie laughed, slapping the semiconscious girl on the ass again. "Do I know him?" "You might, take a peek and see if.