” I told her keeping my eyes away. I felt a pang of jealousy in me. What the fuck, I thought. Me..jealous of him….damn. “Don’t worry. He’s n...t my boyfriend anymore and he sure as hell is not going to touch you.” She said assuring me. “Okay. So…just like that. He’s not your boyfriend now?” “He’s dad friend’s son so I had to put up with him. Why are you so concerned about him? Jealous?” she asked twitching her eyebrow at me. I felt nervous but I can’t let her win so I argued back. “I don’t care. The time had come when she would walk into her office and there he would be. The anticipation was making her shake. as she stepped into her office, she gasped aloud involuntarily. Sitting there in his wheel chair glaring at her wasn’t the Chad that she had loved and remembered but an angry stranger. Sure the person sitting in the chair was Chad, but he was unshaven, his hair looked like it hadn’t been cut and was in need of a wash. His clothes looked dirty and there was a bitter twist to his. Mmmmmmhhhhh aaaahhhhh hhhmmmmmm. Awaz nikalna bhi shuru kar diya Mai fridge se ice cream lekar uski navel and pussy pe rakh k chatne laga…. Jab mai pussy ko chaatne laga…Richa jaise uchalne lagi excitement me… Maine aur speed me uski choot chatne laga…. Richa ne aur jor se awaz nikalne lagi… Aaaaaahhhhhh yeeesssss ssiiiirrrrrr. I loovvveee itttt… Dooo itttt moorrreeee…. Yaaaahhhhhh yeeeaahhhh oooohhhhhhh fuuuccckkkk Yeh sab sunkar mai aur excited ho chuka tha… Maine uski choot me ek ungli ghusa. However, if we’re walking down the street, they look at us with fear, and sometimes barely disguised contempt. What a strange turnaround, hey? I have felt the sting of racism. I know what black men are up against. Seriously. I know the bitterness and anger which seems to dominate black male and black female relationships. I know of black men who mistreat their women and of black women who brag about using the criminal justice system to mistreat their men. I know of the treachery which fills the.