The prettiest of them I asked out for dates. Some would say yes and some no. I had a bit of a reputation with them. I slept with them sometimes but it...never went anywhere - I think they understood that Rafael was for their amusement and so they were for me and that was that. But the truth is, I had never really had satisfaction from any of them - no matter how pretty.There was one girl there who I never could raise a smile from. She was the prettiest of them all - no wonder that she was the. The highest paid people on the planet were actually in the process of tearing the structure of mankind apart. They grew and manufactured things called drugs that would prevent the user from experiencing life. They were supposedly chased after by the governments of the planet. Occasionally one of the people way down the chain of command was picked up and put away for a few weeks to prove to society that the government was protecting them from these wicked drug dealers.There was a whole class of. A white man could love a black girl, I thought, but only if she was his slave. Anything else was wrong and immoral and I wanted nothing to do with it. Even liking the man the way I did was too much; it prejudiced my better judgement."Are you getting ready?" Wren's voice interrupted me and I blinked away my guilt and frowned at her.She had a Georgia accent, all of Wren's words coming out soft and breathless sorta, since that's where Miss Corinne had found her. Soon after meeting Mr. Reiser, and. I ironed her T-shirt dry and gave it to her she went in changed in a jiffy and came back. I was lying on the bed and she was lying next to me. I asked for a kiss, I told her to close the eyes and I kept my lips on her for some time. Slowly she opened her mouth then I smooched. We smooched for 30-40 minutes and she gave me a tight hug and went home. Next day we had some classical function in college and everyone had to wear ethnic dress she wore saree and she was sitting next to me in class..