"We're going to enlist an old friend of mine and some of his 'bros' to teach Paula just what a dominant person is." Are these the bikers you mentioned..." Yup." Connie punched in a number, "Snake? How's it goin Babe?" Connie? 'At you? Never better sweetcheeks. What can I do for you - somthin' lewd an' kinky I hope," came the answer."Snake, you hit the nail right on the head. Can you meet me and a friend of mine at the Iron Horse?" Sure Darlin', when?" Soonest, say an hour?" Can do - damn it's. ." How about right here?" I asked, indicating the living room. She looked startled at the idea, then pleased."Oh, uh sure." She moved to the windows to close the blinds."Don't want the neighbors to see your daughter changing, do you? Thanks for looking out for me, mom." Of course." That's for your eyes only," I added, winking at her. She was visibly nervous, in the most adorable way.I spread the dry cleaning bag over the top of the sofa and turned away from her, unbuttoning my top slowly. I let. Canadians go around pretending they’re the nicest people in the world. And some of them actually believe this bold-faced lie. It’s eerie. But they’re not fooling me. 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. Sophie strolled in at almost 8 o’clock. Ben smiled when she entered. She walked right up to Ben at the counter. “Hi Ben. I think I’ve done it again. I think I left something here the other night. Did you find anything?”This time Ben was prepared. He reached down into his backpack behind the counter, and produced the pink panties. They were sealed inside a Ziploc plastic bag. He’d written the date they were found on the plastic with a marker. “Yes, Miss Tollers, I found these in the locker room.