She said I should get the matching bra which Isomehow knew I was wearing today. "A girl should always match." Ithought. "You never know when a boy w...ll see you in your panties." Igiggled, placing a hand over my mouth, knowing we'd bought the same pairof undies. We'd be so hot if a pair of boys ever saw us together "inuniform" as Hailey had put it. It made me think of John, and how much Iwanted him.Sighing, I pulled my panties up, making sure the thong part of the undieswent between my butt. There was a new black assistant football coach who already had his sights set on the beautiful blonde teacher. He was part of the new breed of black men who aggressively pursue pretty white women to introduce them into the pleasures and pain of interracial sex. Marcus was very good at the seduction game and he planned on having Miriam as his next beautiful conquest. While Wilt Chamberlain probably will always have the record of scoring with over twenty thousand women, Marcus Taylor wanted to be. “Just you wait until the wedding night, papi! By the way, you know that I’m never getting remarried, right? Never! As far as the Church and I are concerned, I’m still su esposa, your wife! If you want to remarry me, however, that’s the one exception. If we have ... made enough amends, that is ... or rather, if I have,” Carmen gave me the most adorable pout as she tugged my heartstrings.“Alright, but understand that we still need to work out all of the hall passes or whatever. That’s not going. I held the steering wheel in a death-grip. Both passenger side wheels were off the ground. The car was going to flip over. I was going to crash. The goon chasing me would drag my battered body out of the wreckage and bring me to that kid Angelo and the other big bully. I had seen the way they stared at me in the frat house. God knows what they would do to me."Please don't crash!" I screamed as my fingers tightened even more on the steering wheel. I shut my eyes and prayed.I felt a jolt as the.