If you dont relax, this is going to hurt a hell of a lot more than my little fingers did sweetheart, he said with mocking affection. I knew he was rig...t and even though I didnt want to have sex with my Dad I knew I couldnt stop him. I tried hard to relax so that it would hurt less. I closed my eyes tight and tried to pretend I was somewhere else but Dad wasnt having any of it. Slap. My face stung with the sudden impact and my head buzzed for a second. Dont you dare close your eyes, you little. She saw the look on my face and quickly added, "The paint and the hair. Please!"The look in her eyes was beyond intriguing. I smiled and beckoned her to follow me. I led her to the garage, where I had a corner set up for my clown adventure. I swear her breath caught when she saw the bright jacket and baggy pants hanging beside a small desk with a mirror.I gave her an apologetic look as I shucked off my t-shirt and sat in front of the mirror. She stood behind me and watched as I opened a small. The University of Rhode Island's most famous out and proud Black lesbian athlete. The hot one who got profiled on ESPN and BET news. Sholonda smiled as I told her about my exploits.As I talked to her, she simply sat comfortably on the couch and gazed at me with hooded, sexily scary eyes. That woman was pretty, and friendly, but I knew a control freak when I saw one. She reminded me of a predatory housecat. Sholonda told me a bit about herself. She was the wife of a wealthy African-American. She spent the day going here and there, it was twenty times the size of a gathering, with much more goods to choose from. She 'window shopped' and got an idea of values and worth, and listened to what values might be further along the trail.She saw her first chariots, mostly four wheeled 'utility' versions, carrying the rich and their baggage, not the sporty two-wheeled ones used for war or sport, although she did see a few. She learned of the chariot races held outside of town on a big track,.