Where are you?”“Damn girl! You’re burning the gas aren’t you?!” he exclaimed.“Well,” she started, “better to burn it for a purpose th...n not burn any at all.”He felt love for this woman. It was plain and simple now. She was hurrying to meet him. “Are you going to stop soon I hope?” Ben asked.“I’ll stop when it’s time to. I’m not tired. Honest. I’m good for Memphis. So where are you? You haven’t told me.” She said.“Not far west of Jackson, Mississippi. I’ll make Tuscaloosa no. He knew that some asshole Black supremacists types wanted to put a Black baby in every white girl. But Daddy liked white people!! At least, he liked fucking white sluts. The more white sluts, the better. What he really didn’t want were his bitches getting pregnant. A pregnant bitch just wasn’t a very good earner. Daddy was all about the money. Furthermore, after the whelp was born, the bitches became uppity and harder to control. He didn’t need that shit.Daddy also realized that his teenage. Do you understand? This is a question of your intensity and her fears. She needs you to respect that of her. I know that you have it in you.’ She and I spoke for another couple of minutes. She gave me a hug, and left. I did not feel as much as a failure as I did three hours ago, just a little bit less of a failure. Cathy had not answered my call, but I needed to contact her. She would have to get back to me at her own time. So, I sent a simple text message, in Latin, the working language of. .’ she pauses, her face now bright red. ‘The winner gets Julie and myself.’That will be Mike. ‘The looser,’ she goes on, ‘gets a date with the SL 2200 tennis ball machine.’ And that will be me. To be fair, I guess anyone could win. However, there are two major things going against me. One, Mike played college basketball, whereas I haven’t touched a basketball since the 6th grade. Two, and even more importantly, Heather is the ref. By the time Heather starts her next sentence, I’m so nervous I’m.