‘Okay, well try and keep calm and we’ll get things moving as quickly as possible.’ ‘Oh God,’ said Beth, letting go of the button, pushing he... hand between her legs in the darkness, squeezing it and squirming slightly. ‘It’ll be all right,’ replied Kathleen. ‘We can carry on our talk from earlier, don’t have to wait until tomorrow.’ ‘It’s not that,’ said Beth. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing but I’m dying for a wee.’ ‘Oh. Can you hold it in?’ ‘I’ll try, but I hope they get this fixed quickly.’ Time. I felt as if I was entering by force, entering a sacred ground. I didn’t go in. ‘What’s wrong’, she asked. ‘I’m not quite sure, honey, I’m not. Well maybe I do know, but I can’t tell you.’ Renee looked at me with a sad look and she seemed disappointed that I stopped and only laid there. She was confused and wanted me to touch around her opening and even finger her there. ‘Jim, I want you! Yes Jim, I want you to feel me there. I don’t do that, because, I guess I never feel right doing it to. He said I was already a slut since I had fucked other men. He said sluts fuck black men. He told me how erotic it would be for me to be taken by a black man, how the contrast of our skins would be so exciting to see.I didn't agree right off, but he did get me thinking about it. I recalled that about a year before a black man flirted with me at my sister's New Years Eve party. Him being black and me being white, feeling that what he was suggesting was just plain wrong had really turned me on. My tongue drilled into her mouth, searching for her tongue. Julie wasn't reacting passionately like she normally did.I pulled away from her, stared into her eyes and asked, "Is something wrong, honey?"Julie hesitated for a second and then said, "I'm ... I'm having my period." That's OK. We always have fun even when we don't have intercourse." It's not that, Kyle. I wasn't supposed to ... I mean, I wasn't expecting to have my period this month." Julie said. A tear rolled down her cheek."Don't.