But, who was she?In her dream, Giulia somehow had no corporeal form. She was invisible, like a fairy or some other magical being, so she hovered close... like a cloud and, unnoticed by the two women, she got a better look at what Marcella was doing with her mouth, stealthy as a camera zooming in. The woman in front of Marcella had a beautiful backside. Her buttcheeks were perfectly round, and pubic hair pointed out here and there from the sides of her underwear, along the crack between her cheeks. In Canada, both Blacks and Whites pretend that racism doesn’t exist. I’ve seen a lot of racist White folks in the city of Ottawa where I stayed for a while. They give you funny looks in stores and especially on the bus. Whenever they see me reading one of my Black magazines like Black Enterprise, Ebony or Essence, they always stare. I guess they’ve never seen an African-American magazine before. They also say some very negative things in a very subtle way. If you’re not paying attention you. He inched his body up closer to my ass and I felt the head of that hard cock right at my opening. Slowly the head popped inside me and the inevitable pain started. I remember putting my head down in the pillow that I had put in front of me. I was biting the pillow to keep from screaming. I remember telling him that it was hurting me really bad. He just kept slowly pushing his cock inside me. He didn't ram it in, and he didn't stop, he just kept pushing it slowly in. You're going to have to take. I waved it at him as he shuffled about in front of my desk. "This came from your phone" I stated "HOW fuckING DARE YOU? If this is you, and I don't care if it IS you or not, it came from your phone and you allowed it. It may have been some mate of yours or a girlfriend who sent it, BUT YOU SENT IT TO ME, at HOME, ANYONE could have accessed it. 'Look you've got a MESSAGE, mummy, shall I OPENit for you?' YOU GET THE PICTURE (tut) I GOT THE PICTURE!! HOW fuckING DARE YOU?" Miss...miss, I can.