There were things hidden in the mist, things that Aimee only remembered when she breathed in the sweet scent of her favorite flower and let her waking...mind relax. It felt so good to let her waking mind forget, and it felt so good to let the memories send her even deeper into Joanna’s flowertrance. ‘I remember,’ she said, sitting down heavily on the thick carpet as her legs suddenly decided it wasn’t worth the effort of supporting her anymore. Her body splayed out loosely on the floor, feeling. Can i just buy your panties and bra from you . she giggles a little and said yah thats a new one for me thats for sure but hey its money for me . she said ok that will cost yah 25 . i agreed and we pulled over behind a closed grocery store . she took off her top first and peeled off her bra and threw it in my lap seeing her big boobs kinda turned me on . then she put her top back on with no bra now and her boobs bounced around as she wiggled herself out of her pants and then stripped her. All of her story was exciting me more and more. I wanted to fuck that girl. I wanted to fuck a racist's daughter. I wanted to fill her with my arab cum and make her feel like a cum slut. And I understood it from her speech and her flirting. She wanted it too. Later that night, I brought her back to my house. We both knew what was about to happen, we both have been thinking about it. That what we were doing would make her father, and whole community angry, that what we were doing was forbidden. ‘Where are y’all going to do tonight?’ he asked, in the fractured syntax common in that part of the country. ‘Well, we’re going for dinner at the Gumbo Shop, then I’m going to try to get into Preservation Hall,’ she said. ‘I’ve always wanted to do that, but the times before, John and I were so busy bar-hopping we never got the chance. What about you?’ ‘I’m going to go home and drop off my instruments and change clothes, then I’m going to Molly’s, on Toulouse Street, to watch the game,’ Mat.