In the Southern city of Atlanta, a strong Black woman is running for Mayor in 2009. And you know who’s deserting her? The majority Black city’s sc...res of African-American voters. They’d rather support a wealthy white female from the suburbs. The strong Black woman running for Mayor of Atlanta is a smart, educated and capable person. She understands Atlanta’s people and their unique needs. Sometimes I wonder why Black people are their own worst enemies. They think white men and white women have. “Take it off. I think the sarong is what caused the pain. We’re evidently allergic to silk!”Once all the silk was out of the wound, it healed quickly.“Okay,” Beth grinned. “My turn.” She looked at the bow and it vanished from Béla’s hands, appearing in her own. “I’m pretty good at this ... You might want to run...”She could feel Béla’s excitement. She actually was looking forward to being stuck with one of these things. Beth waited while her sister pulled her sarong off over her head, tossed it. “Get dressed so we can rejoin the party.”“Go ahead,” I said, “I need a moment.”Dwight left me alone as I put my panties back on. I was so confused. On the one hand, I had an amazingly, life-altering sexual experience with Henry. On the other, I had a dreadfully lousy one with Dwight. I needed to find Candice. I had to find out if she had just as shitty of a fuck as I did and if I imagined how good the sex with Henry was. I checked my costume, hair, and makeup, and ran downstairs. Candice was. You do every day, don’t you? You find an excuse to come in or around my office so I can see your daily attire and you can tease me with how good you smell. I’m not stupid, Charlie.”“I never said you were, John...” I reply as I sit down in a chair to the right of his desk. I cross my legs and look at him intently. I can feel the heat grow between my legs and my nipples are pressing hard against my bra. My lips part slightly, exposing my wet pink tongue. “All these years wasted...” his voice.