"He continues, "As you know I'm a psyche major, also minored in sociology, so let's talk about these stereotypes or myths as you call them, what ones ...on't you believe?"I drew a deep breath, knowing this topic could become potentially unfriendly."No worries, Joe" he assured me, "I've heard it all, however it'll be good for me to understand how the White Community close to home sees us." "Ok," I start, "First off the black community is not uneducated or inferior intellectually. You're proof of. I looked like I’d just walked off the film set, a million dollar doll.By this time it was already past 8pm, but it was only a fifteen minute walk to the bar. As I walked I reveled in the amazing feeling of the light and puffy petticoat making the skirt of my dress swoosh around, the click of my heels on the sidewalk, the constant feeling of being hugged by my lingerie. I hadn’t felt this good in ages and wondered why women chose to give up these amazing things to slob around in jeans.Almost too. It was nice meeting new people also.I went to the reception desk and told the lady who I was. She contacted her boss who came out to see me. As I looked up, this beautiful woman looked at me. "Grace, Grace is it really you?" I was happy to see her."Oh, my God, Danny, where have you been?" she spoke as we hugged one another.She regained her composure and explained to her receptionist that I was an old friend. We walked into her office and began to talk. God, it was so good to see her again. A. Unable to come up with anything clever or innovative, he just laid it out. “Ungh, ungh, ungh, damn you feel good! I, ungh, was thinking about my, ungh, neighbor. You know, ungh, the one that seduced me and, ungh, kicked off the divorce? Oooh, yeah, woman, you are so hot!”“Feed my pussy, baby! Give mama that big hot cock! Do you really think she’d be interested? Deeper, baby, deeper!”“Don’t know, ungh, but I could invite her, ungh, to dinner some night, ungh, and we could, ungh, kinda get a.