To her credit she did send a worried look in my direction as he took her that final time. She had to know that I was not happy. Clearly this was some...hing long planned, and that with me totally out of the loop. At that moment, I was weighing my choices: accept what she'd done, divorce her, kill them both. All three options were on the table. A half hour after her butt screwing, she was ushering him out of the house and into the night. She returned two minutes later letting me out. "I know. It felt so right to hold her, I imagined leaning in to kiss her and telling her I loved her back. Her body was perfect, I longed for it. I felt her nipples press on my chest and soften into my warmth. Everything about her was euphoric when she touched me. But instead I just held her for the duration and walked her to class. The whole week felt like a countdown to a night that was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to take Zoe to the ball and make her feel special, like a woman. But instead I. We can take hardship. Hell, we can carve an empire out of nothing. When the smoke clears, we’ll be left standing, not the pampered elitists of white America and Europe. Yes, I am proud of my people. All Black people everywhere. The Africans living in Europe, irking out a living and succeeding in these bastions of whiteness. The African-American in Canada and America. The newly empowered Black person of Africa, free from imperialism at last. The Black man of Brazil. South Africa, the economic. "MAKE YOURSELF COME!" Nest commanded. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back and totally surrendered to the thumb and finger buried within the adjoining holes. "MAUL YOUR TITS!" He ordered. I opened my eyes and looked at him, barely comprehending his command.Whap! He slapped my left tit and I jerked in pain. "When I tell you to do something you do it immediately," he snarled. "Now, MAUL YOUR TITS!" He quietly hissed. This time my hands flew to them, crushing my nipples between my fingernails.