I feel angrier than I ever had through the whole night, knowing that, once again, another woman has used me!“You no-good dirty slut bag! you fucking...cunt! You used me!” Ignoring the look of mortification and confusion, I rain down on her face and chest with my fist. Breathless, I stop beating on her and look down on her, wondering why she toys with my emotions in this way, why she doesn’t see me as her lover. Every ounce of anger is translated into arousal when I hear her whimpering and begging. "It makes Vankari extremely difficult to deal with. Even I find it tiresome at times. The trouble is if you break from the pattern of looking down on other races, you are seen as weak yourselves, and discover how quickly you can be isolated by the other groups." Persephone said."What if we stood together?" Paul asked.Looking into his face Persephone studied him for a moment, "You're serious." Even if I were to put aside any personal feelings, an alliance between us makes sense. The only reason. Norma had brought up tea, iced with little cubes that she had dug up from the freezer. Mrs. Carpinson gave Mr. Kimmel iced tea because he'd asked for it. Norma doubted very much if she would ever tell her to carry up the tea for the black person who lodged next door. Norma was always confused when she thought of this because the black lodger was always much nicer to her. But she had learnt to be silent. Silence, or a good whacking.The tray had bitten into her arms because Mrs. Carpinson had. "HMV says we could have more fun as a group" I retaliated. This was one of those weird moments when you know you have said the wrong thing."HMV" she repeated "Oh yes, from now on you will always be HMV!" she continued. So my nick name stuck."See you tomorrow night!" I ended the conversation.Saturday night at 6.30 pm, I arrived at their flat, carrying a large bottle of wine. I rang the door bell and waited, it seemed ages before anyone answered the door and then it was Emma wrapped in a bath.