"Thanks." He had a tattoo of a four leaf clover on his collar. I smiled and walked back to my room, conscious of every step.My heart pounded in my che...t and I swallowed hard. I'd always had a reaction around tall black men but nothing like that before! Then I remembered the tattoos. I opened my door a crack and peeked out. He just entered his room; 12b, right next to the ice. This was it. This was the perfect moment. I yanked the tattoos from my bag and ran to the bathroom. I put the smaller. “Cindy, I have heard you say that Bev has a thing for black guys but how do you know that?” Jean asked curiously.“Well, I have seen a video of them along with Principal Jerome doing all kinds of freaky stuff.” Cindy said simply.“Where did you see this video?” Jean asked.“Beth showed me it. She took it from Mr. Wilkens car one day when he was visiting her mom.” Cindy replied and looked at her mom to see if she was in trouble but suddenly Jean was smiling.The next day Jean walked proudly through. "I'm Alice."The miles went by quickly for the next hour as the sun dropped lower and lower behind them. As she drove, Alice started to entertain him with tales of her life on the road. Stories that turned out to be quite interesting.Alice had first started driving four years before Kevin had been born. Originally she had been part of a husband and wife team, her husband being Iron Mike Murphy, who spent the better part of fifty years behind the wheel before he'd died ten years ago. Taking over. I know it makes me feel better." Uummppph!!" a muffled cry came from her chest."I know it will make you feel much better too," she said rocking him back and forth."Uummppphhh!!" he squealed again."There is nothing to be ashamed of Max. People laugh at the way you look and the way you carry yourself, that's normal honey. They are suppose to laugh at you. You need to keep your head held high and accept it. It's not for pride sake but so everyone can truly see you and what a fag you really are..