Why doyou ask?" Ah, poor, poor Jake," she said wagging her finger at me. "We don't likemen who aren't open minded. I'll tell you why. We've produced s...meparticularly troublesome lesbians through our procedure. They always seemto have dirty minded motives that displease our researchers greatly. Thecommittee doesn't like naughty girls like that. So... will you be a goodgirl or a bad girl?" I'll be good," I promised."Excellent choice Jake," she said smiling and patting my hand again. "Ourplanet's. A wild "SLAP" across Amanda's ass sent her into ecstasy and another orgasm. Zara couldn't hold back a giggle. Kwame started his thrusts, slow but methodical."Kwame! Kwame!" Amanda repeated her lover's name. Something she never done for me. "Fuck my white pussy. Fuck my race." She buried her head into the bed again while another hard slap made across her butt. "I hate my race so much!"I tried to look away. This attempt to bring together the races was becoming too uncomfortable for me. Or maybe. She lived with her mother. By the end of the evening, we exchanged phone numbers.We would get together from time to time—going for a drive, getting dinner somewhere and so on. Sometimes I would stop in where she worked, and we would keep each other company. I would sit at a table near frozen sandwiches and microwave ovens while she worked the counter nearby. When she wasn’t at work one time when I stopped in, one of her coworkers told me she was in the hospital, so I stopped up to visit. His misremembering of the past madehim wonder why he did not cherish it as he thought. Those two questionscould be answered by one simple reason, the past was never as good asone remembers it. Hindsight was not always 20/20, people tend to thinkthat for they only remember what will reinforce their beliefs.Oh how the man who has too many regrets would not waste being youngagain if that dream came true. Inside Daniel sneered at the emoteenagers he saw just wasting time. Only if the man whose past.