Jackson in this instance. In short, my men are stuck here on this base, as useless to what is going on as a cock on a cow."Rosewood sat silently for a...moment, letting the information he'd just been given sink in. Faintly, even through the steel walls of his building, he could hear gunfire erupting from the street level below as the battle for the control building began."What do I do now?" he finally asked. "I have the MPG right outside my building now."Sega stared levelly at him. "Surrender. Whenever I got to the shower first, I made it quick so there would be plenty of hot water for her after me. But Shelly always stayed in until the water ran cold, whether I had showered first or not. Shelly loved anything to do with water, and once she was in the shower, no amount of pounding on the bathroom door or yelling at her would convince her to hurry up.Just in case, I got out of bed, threw on my bathrobe, and opened my bedroom door. I was in luck; the bathroom was unoccupied. I. .. next... door..." her hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts as she spoke, sending an unequivocal message as to her intent.I stuttered something incoherent, my brain not quite working properly due in large part to a majority of my blood flow having been directed to lower places. I had watched her with lust in my eyes since I hit puberty, I wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't some sort of dream.I was still trying to process what she had said when she closed the distance. Here we were, two young Black men from prestigious families at a historically black school. We had a lot in common. Both of us attended white schools and lived in white towns. Matthew Hark lived in Plymouth, the whitest city in Massachusetts. Even the asphalt is white down there, apparently. When Matthew looks at me, he sees a peer and the brother he never had. When I look at him, I see a fool whom I can wrap around my little finger. Matthew is quite naïve. However, he’s big and strong, and.