“Well, maybe not,” she said. “I hate to say this, Mum, but she was a nasty old bigot, she never got over the Negros getting equal rights, being ...llowed to vote, all of that. She would still hanker for the days when the ‘niggers’, as she called them, ‘knew their place, as slaves. That’s why I prefer to be called ‘Lori’, so it’s not the same name as hers.”“That’s ok, sweetie,” her mother said. “My mother grew up in a different time, in Georgia, where race relations, even now, are pretty bad. She. ” “How do you mean?” She studied him for a moment, then chose her words carefully. “You’ve a lot going for you, truly. You’re definite eye-candy. You can hold a conversation once the ice has been broken. You’re polite and presentable. What you lack is only confidence. Tonight I’ll help you gain that – what d’you say?” “Yeah, right! I’ll never be as confident as you.” “Lesson One starts here and now. Where’s your phone?” He drew it from his pocket. “Just what did that. "So, are you done then?" She asked, getting up on her butt."Yes, I think it's best if you just leave. Good for you for coming out to me anyway, but maybe it's for the best that you leave now," I explained, backing away.Then she calmly got off the bed and glanced back at her clothes. Although, she didn't grab them and calmly came to me."What are you doing?" I inquired, backing away.I mistakenly came onto the wall, and she came right to me, still naked. Although, she still knew my weakness and. ' She did, but tried to turn away to the side. It didn't fucking matter, her side profile was every bit as sensual. 'Oh, you don't want to face me? Then turn right around.' She liked that idea even less, so straightened right up and pushed her figure boldly into my face, as if to say, so this is what I've got. It's mine and I'm hometown proud of it. I am woman. I am strong. And if you don't like it, that's your problem. But I was her unfolding problem. .