Hmmmm, I can do that. Go visit your Gran. Meet up with some friends. How long do you need?"I blinked at her. "For what?"She sat back down and looked m... straight in the eye. "To fuck, silly."Have you ever had one of those days when you think you know the people around and close to you, but you really, really don't? This was one of those days.I sat listening to my mother in a completely new light. I was no longer her little girl. I was all grown up. I was now an adult and she was treating me as. A few people were coming in and out and they gave me some looks, white people of course, and I hadn't seen too many black faces at all. Arizona wasn't a big slave owning state anyway, except maybe down in Phoenix or something, where there were factories and such where a nigger could be put to good use. A small town like Winslow probably didn't have but a couple house niggers, maybe one or two freeborn families, but I doubted it. I was probably pretty much alone in that place.There was a black. "Down ... Lie down..." Gary whispered, pushing me onto the cushions and I wasn't fighting him.I was laying down on his sofa, my feverish mind reeling beneath the influence of those drugs he'd given me and even knowing that didn't change anything. I felt helpless and not really horny at all. I wasn't desperate for sex, or filled with uncontrollable lust. I was just unable to say no, it seemed. I enjoyed the sensations and I told myself it would be okay. Just one time, nobody would know. Gary was. Angie had two reasons why she didn’t like the hit.The first and most important reason was the fact that almost all the witnesses were just ordinary citizens doing their civic duty to testify against the expansion of evil in their midst.The second reason was that a six person hit was not the way of things in the criminal world. It would be equivalent to a pitcher throwing three no-hitters in the same World Series and then coming in the last game as a closing pitcher and winning the fourth and.