“I’ve had enough of the game. Just one more spin of the dreidel. One for each of us. Depending on where it lands, for each of us, that will dictat... what happens next. But then, no more games. I don’t have the patience for that now. Just one more spin each. Let’s go already.” We looked at each other, and while I could not fathom what was in her mind, I drew upon my high school math class to try to calculate probabilities on random events. We looked at each other, and each of us spun our dreidels. There were three major cave-ins until I built the shoring to support all four surfaces. I wanted to see what this place was like behind the rocks. The portal was needed for other tasks but we removed debris every chance we had. I needed a light to see. Gravity was like what we had on Earth. The floor was identical to what I had seen before. I fabricated a shallow steel pan. I pulled this with a rope and filled it. The girls pulled it to them and dumped it. I then repeated the process. Steel was. Sanity prevailed and I stumbled out the den of depravity. On weak knees I walked the six miles back to my apartment in town, my emotions in tatters. Angry and frustrated I tried to reason with myself: Were human sexuality so wrong that I would not let my boyfriend (now my ex) touch my pussy? Or that I wouldn’t kiss his cock. Did the sex upset me or was it because I didn’t get any? I was in the photographic studio of my beautiful artist friend, Chantelle. I wanted to capture my own growth to. I could see and hear everything, James was telling Tammy that no one would ever know and thought she was the most woman that he had ever met. Tammy told him that they had better not and that he should leave, but James kept telling her that he had to have her, he then ask her if she had ever had a black man and she said she hadn't, then he ask her if she had ever thought about having a black man and she didn't answer. James took that as a yes then he started talking dirty to her, he told her.