"But I do have them, don't worry. They just nevercame out. Sometimes that happens."She took his hand and moved it where her balls should have been. Th...skin felt soft, but tight."They're inside," she repeated. "Alive and kicking." Her skin was smoothlike cream; no hair, not even a telltale speckling of shaven follicles."I'm beautiful, don't you think, Lucian?" she whispered, squeezing hishand. "Tell me I am." He knew he agreed she was. But he could not sayit. He just could not make his mouth say. "The tape hissed a few seconds until a warbling beep signaled the end of the message.'Got to get voice mail soon.' he thought 'Damn machine is about to give up.' Anything to keep the import of his mother's plaintive message from his thoughts.Seven years. Seven years since he had set foot in his parent's home, the house he grew up in. Memories assaulted his mind, unbidden and unwanted but uncontrollable. He had vowed never to return to that place, to the man who he had once loved but had. In high school he was a jock and he played sports year round in order to be with all the cheerleaders. In his predominately white college, he was the campus stud, having white girls line up in the dorm hallway to swing on his Mandingo cock. He made it known to the few black girls on campus that even an ugly white girl was WAY better than any black girl. He didn’t like the fat ones so much, but he’d rather have a slutty looking white girl to bang than a black chick any day of the week. Now. I was a little afraid of how much more there was to come. Could I take any more? I really didn't know. This was as much as I had ever had, and as my traitorous body kept slipping lower and lower, my insides were quaking with fear and anticipation.I had been slowly taking it inch by inch till at last I felt the tickle of his hairs on my bum. Thinking I was right down I relaxed, letting my body sink that last fraction. What a silly girl. You must think I'm really stupid. There was at least and.