Black kids didn't hang out with white kids and his reticence to socialize with whites carried into his adult life. His home in Dallas was a three bedr...om house with nine people living in it. His father's job as a janitor in the Dallas School District involved very long hours six days a week. The job didn't pay much but it was all that was available to an uneducated black man in 1950. His Grandmother was the moral compass for the home which included no lying and no stealing. She was the one that. For the first time Jack took notice of her and his heart almost stopped inhis chest. She was perfect. She stood about five eight or nine andprobably weighed about one twenty-five or so. She had the face of anangel. Not a fashion model or a centerfold girl but a cute girl next doorangel. And her figure was fantastic and she had long chestnut brown hairthat hung in soft waves to the middle of her back and it had sparklinggolden highlights. When he looked in her eyes he was lost. They were. Before she turned around I said, "Renee, I only wanted the door pushed partially closed. It would be unseemly for us to be behind closed doors together."She turned around and grinned, "What are you going to do, Ben? Attack me? Heck, I'm a big girl and can defend my virtue, so don't worry. No one around here would think you would do anything so out of character for you." She sat down in the chair across the desk from me.She patted the chair next to her and said, "Come sit here Ben. I think I. ’ She hadn’t realised that she’d been holding her breath, but now she let it out in relief. She looked into his eyes, knowing that he was leading whatever was to come next, turning over her trust to him and allowing him to happen to her. He brought his face close to hers, hovering by her lips but not touching. They stood for a few moments like that, hardly breathing, separated by the barest of distances, letting the tension build. Then he reached up and carefully, taking his time, began to.