The weekends were always busy days for laundry, so I decided to wait until Saturday. I went into the laundry room and there were two open machines, so...I quickly filled them with clothes. I went back up to my room for 15 minutes, and returned and sure enough, like a fish biting the bait, there was a laundry basket full of clothes sitting right there.I looked down the hall and saw nobody coming, so I checked the clothes and they were a girl's clothes. I couldn't tell whose they were, nothing. We can’t remember when or how, maybe racial memory, (if one can believe in such a thing) but it seems sure that this is part of who we were, or at least were once. Lying buried in the earth, buried in our minds in places never visited, yet places we have been before. Things long buried awaken again, things from the past calling down the ages to the ears of the present. This ancient thing of metal, older than anything made by our hand, this ancient thing of manufacture, beyond our current. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Lisa screamed.The fear and pain overcame all her other torments.NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo Don’t. NO NOCyrus watched. The ultimate, a young white piece of ass being fucked by a big Black Man.AHAHAHAH. Lamont was red in the face panting, pushing.Dis Bitch be da titest I ever had.The head of his dick disappeared into her ass meat.Man fuck dat ass, yelled Cyrus.As Lisa screamed, Cyrus slapped her face. Lamont had her ass cheeks in his hands as he slowly thrust trying to work his. But it does not scare me. I may not be out of the woods but I have a bright torch and a spare (backup!) at the ready.I always do the backup thing. In all facets of my life. You name it and I have a backup or spare in place.I may have also forgotten to mention that along with my therapist, I did tell my sister all about my revalations. I even told her it would be easier for me to write this all down and then share it with her on here.I assured her I would not be using any of OUR names. I have no.