Not all blacks are shifty, lazy, none too smart and willing to do anything illegal to make some easy bucks.But Billy Croft doesn't know that. He's liv...ng a bad stereotype that never held much water anyway.Billy Croft wants to be the ultimate nigger.He was doing pretty good at it, too. At least, he was until he sold a quarter pound of meth to an undercover officer.Now Billy's looking at adding convicted felon to his already dubious list of achievements.Problem was, his friends came up with the. The embarrassment you were suffering somehow only fueled the swirling, perverted arousal that you were experiencing. You managed to peek inside, and the profoundly intense sight would be forever imprinted in your mind. I was sprawled on my back, my legs raised high in the air. You caught a glimpse of my face, contorting in wonder as another man plunged in and out of me. You blinked, once, twice, unable to truly grasp the magnitude of the moment.Your eyes trailed to my delicate feet, my toes. He skipped stones on the placid water, and he tried to let his mind wander from his preoccupation. ‘There’s no guarantee you’ll see her again,’ he said out loud, ‘Josie takes girls on for a day or two as they’re working their way cross country. Maybe this gal’s just here for a day or two. It was nice to see her, but that’s gotta be it.’ Hope melted in the early spring afternoon, to the acquiescence of the status quo he had learned to live with. As he was returning to his trailer, an old van. I always felt that at this stage I was useless. My baby, the play, was in other people’s hands. The cast had done pretty well really, even Lenny knew some of his lines. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Emily. She was dressed precisely as I had suggested. The skirt of her suit was longer than I’d imagined but the slit up the side somehow made it more powerful, sexier. The blouse was button down and showed the outline of a camisole beneath it. ‘Will I do?’ ‘Very nicely, I think.’ She.