"Hun, I'm just going to run to the ladies' room." I turned and said to my husband, giving his arm a squeeze. "No problem!" he replied with a smile, be...ore going back to his boss' story.I walked as swiftly as my tight dress would allow towards the washroom, trying to keep my cheeks from flushing with embarrassment. Maybe its just my sister texting me, I thought as I pushed through the door, knowing deep down that it wasn't. I knew it would be Dave before I even turned on the screen. The phone. The rest followed suit. "Now, ' Mel said, "what have we got, today?'"Not a hell of a lot, ' Jenny said. "We've checked everything in Lower Downtown, Larimer Street, then the 16th Street Mall and now Cherry Creek. Nada. Not one place that sells the kind of stuff we're doing.'Sylvia volunteered, "I went into a couple of sex shops on Colfax. They haven't got a thing that isn't trash. No imagination. Didn't get too much time to look around, though.'"Why not?' Jenny asked."Soon as I'd get in and. That’s why most of them dated outside the race. I was stunned. Patterson shrugged. He was just being honest. When I returned to my dorm that Friday night, alone as usual, I had some thinking to do. So, that was the state of the affairs between black college men and black college women. We saw each other as rivals and enemies rather than potential friends or lovers. Why was that? Unlike most sisters who will start enumerating the myriad faults of black men, I thought there were reasons on both. She bent forward and placed the top of her head between his legs, exposing her private parts to Karyn. Then she did something I didn’t know she could do. She did a complete flip, her hands pressing into Paul’s thighs, her spirit team shirt flipping upside down around her waist, as she brought her legs over Paul’s head, her ankles coming to rest on the seat back portion of the couch on which Paul was leaning back on, one on each side of Paul’s head. Her uncovered and totally exposed pussy was.