I felt my sweat trickle down my spine and my butt was sweating against the toilet seat. My finger was getting stickier. I took my fingers out and I st...etched my neck, arching my back and pushed out my bosoms as I used a single index finger to quickly flicker against my clit. I shut my eyes as waves of pleasure started to build up. I squeezed why whole body clenching it all into a tightly bound coil, feeling the tension grapple me and build and build and then, it just went over the edge as I was. It wasn’t that long before I was leaving my volume of Shakespeare, Not that he’d understand it — he’d never even seen a stage — but he’d be able to sound out the words.Sometimes after hearing him having a particularly good time with Cassie, I’d punish him by not leaving a book, but I realized that l was being petty. Negras deserve to have their fun, even if it’s sometimes more fun than the fun white folks have.Cassie, of course, knew I was listening “Missy,” sticking her head out of her door. She ordered one of the few menu items she could pronounce, salmon with whole green beans and wild rice, and made a show of eating. She never took a large bite, she didn’t want her cheeks to distend while she chewed. She made sure to take the prongs all the way into her mouth, close her lips around the tines and slowly draw the fork out from between them. The table was perfectly sized for two people, giving Missy the opportunity to slide her foot up and down the inside of John’s calf. The angle. “You tell me what is wrong right this instant.” “Why?” I asked him, not bringing my eyes up from my plate, I did not want him to see that I was about to cry. “I didn’t mean to yell baby,” he softened his tone and set down his fork. “I am just worried about you and you won’t help me out here. Tell me something. Tell me anything.” “I am just tired,” I said quickly, putting down my fork and pressing my plate to the side. “I am going to go to bed.” I did not give him a chance to stop me. I.