That forced meto bend forward and stay that way. My pseudo breasts hung slightly andthe bells dangled straight down, making sounds every time I moved... Myface, which had been tilted back by the tall collar, was now facingforward. Destiny got in front of me and bent down so we were eye to eye. She snickered at my plight and told me how sweet I looked with my eyemake-up and lipstick. One of the other women took a phone photo of me andheld it up where I could see it. I was appalled at how I. Not always.When we rounded the little point we stopped dead. The cove was occupied this morning. A young-ish couple, honeymooners definitely, very much wrapped around each other in the gentle surf at the far end of the little beach. They were kissing, but to judge by their position, him on top of her, they’d just finished an intimate encounter.They must have seen us out of the corner of their eyes because they broke their kiss to turn and look. I laughed when I saw him wave with one arm and her. "Not just a girl housemate, but a slave as well,"said Danielle, she seemed excited now. Alicia continued, "You've probablynoticed what your wearing, that cute lingerie. Well that will be yourunderwear from now on, we've taken the liberty of disposing of all ofyour male underwear. We burnt it all last night."I moaned into my gag, confused as all hell. "You're hairless as well, youmay have seen. That was us too. You were passed out so bad the waxingdidn't even wake you! You're hairless from the. They loved and respected each other. My grandmother was a strong, intelligent woman. But unlike many of today’s women, she didn’t need to step on a man to feel her worth. Women like that are rare today, especially in the black community. We need to stop the hate and mistrust and spread more love. Because I think black men and black women united can be a beautiful, powerful thing. Most of us don’t remember the 1960s because we weren’t born yet. I was born on the sixth day of February 1986..