My father's twin brother graciously stood in for him when it came time to dance with the bride's father. In many ways he had been a substitute father ...hrough my teen years so it wasn't too weird. Charlie danced with his mother and she cried a little. We didn't exactly rush away, but my sisters and grandmothers did a great job of bundling us off on our Honeymoon.And that is how we found ourselves in a little detached cabin of a cheap motel near Escanaba, Michigan on our wedding night. We were on. In my household having a baby at a young age symbolize failure! But from my c***dhood into my adulthood that changed overtime in the interracial dating pool. You see, I always dated within and outside my race. No big deal right? Wrong! Because dating white women from plenty of fish and tinder to social media sites like Facebook and Instagram made it obvious overtime that even if they wasn’t on the pill or any type of birth control? They would still want me to fuck them bareback and finish. Wide hips told me she was blossoming into a well-developed woman. I admired the long, slender legs and the curve of her thighs. I could just make out the crease that separated her butt cheeks from her legs in the frayed bottoms of her short shorts. Her shoes were the clunky-heeled strap-on things that girls wear these days with no socks. She did a quick skip and some dance steps in time to her music and I could just make out the shadow of her ribs below her tiny orange halter-top. I watched her. “The synthetic one is finally far enough away for me to follow our Queen’s commands,” Nanny stated, breaking Shelly’s concentration. Her foot caught a pale root, and she almost landed face-first on the ground. Nanny grabbed her up and began to carry her the fluid grace that only a creature without bones could manage.She wanted to demand to bet allowed to walk on her own, but then the words Nanny said sunk in.“What do you mean?” Shelly asked. “What did my daughter ask of you?”“To reveal a truth.