From the time he was in the first grade, he wanted to sit next to the white girls, just like all the women he saw on TV. When all the little white bo...s on his little league team were making fun of him, making a game out of calling him the various racial slurs they’d learned from their older brothers and neighborhood friends, he learned then that being white was better than being black. In his little adolescent mind, he wished he could be white. He knew he couldn’t but as long as white girls. "No, not a child, a woman. A woman that I fear more than anything out there." He pulled his shirts over his head, not bothering with the buttons, his eyes not leaving me. "So I will show you what I am and, if you are smart and have any self-preservation instinct, you will leave me."He stepped out into the sun just as the clouds moved aside and I gasped.He glowed like a miniature sun, light pouring out of his pores to form a nimbus around him, reminding me of either black light paint or random. The burning sting across his face jarred his head back, just as another slap caught him full across the face. Roger tried to retreat but the glass held him trapped. At that moment he was hit by utter helpless; he just crumpled into a sobbing heap. Melissa had just gotten the car to the side of the road. All they could do was sit there in stunned silence. It was deafening, only Roger's sobs pierced the silence."Let's go." Ice crackled in Jenny's voice. She stared out the window offhandedly. Her orbiter's mood suddenly shifted to depressed as he slowly got up and reluctantly waddled away, still looking at his goddess who, unfortunately for him was about to show her dark side. The Muslim woman got up and called to the orbiter, "Wait, I want you to stay; you have to see this." she didn't have to wait as he was back and on his knees, however, he was not alone as another man was in the room a moment later. He approached Madina and without any ceremonies, he grabbed her delicious ass.