The locals had reason to believe that the Path was planning something so this just seemed to fit in with that. If not there would likely be something ...lse for us to check. We had things to do for sure.Olivia had a large Mercedes, so she and I went shopping for bicycles while Jerrod slept. He was exhausted, as I would have been if I had been normal. Since I was who I was, I didn't need to rest. I would have to find an hour to be alone with the power grid at some point, but at that moment I was. He slapped his dick hard and winced at the pain. He stood there embarrassed, awaiting orders, and Angie told him to get out of her sight. As he trodden off she told him not to touch himself either. She giggled and asked if I would like to come back and talk some more about it when I was off duty. I said “yeah”, and I think I said it too eagerly, but she said “you got my number call me”. I got an image of him handcuffed naked face down licking her pussy while fucked Him with a strap on, and then. It was devastating. It hurt particularly more because throughout the relationship she would tell me how she was never attracted to black guys at all. So it really felt like a betrayal to find this out.It messed with my head for a while after. Any time I would be looking at porn and saw a thumbnail of an interracial video it would make me angry and almost instantly turn me off. Slowly though, it began to change. Now instead of getting turned off by seeing it, I found myself only masturbating to. "You're not gonna believe how unbelievably turned on I am," I admitted sullenly. "When are you not?" she laughed again. Patricia and I were so close, our friends joked that we were married, which was why I felt no shame in admitting my situation to her. Fortunately, we were alone in the auditorium. Screaming in the auditorium after school was what a lot of the student in Drama Workshop or Drama Club did to relax. Curtis--our moronic drama coach--encouraged it during class. Patricia and I.