Just coming from a rural area, I never mingled with black people--never even knew any--though there were a couple of black kids in high school.My firs... glimpse of her was of hair all in cornrows and braids, and wearing a bright purple sweater. The whites of her eyes gleamed brightly against her coal-black skin, though she didn't make eye contact with me. Like most of the others, she dropped her jeans and took a seat on my face. For a split second, I got a view of the utter blackness of her. “Hey!” Eureka moment! "I tell you what - she looks a bit like that chick Hit Girl out of Kick Ass”“Whoa - yeah! But, like, she had purple hair, didn’t she?” He gives his companion a frustrated poke to the shoulder.“I didn’t say she was Hit Girl, did I, twat? Just that she looks like her”Nodding. “Yeah, yeah”“Cool and beautiful. Tight costume. Looks like she could kick ass big time”“Oh fuck yeah. She is welcome to kick my fucking ass any time”A sudden look of misgiving passes over his. "I can't find it." Can't find what?" The straw you've got stuck up your butt."The buzzer went off again and Jill pulled out the red button. "You're going to have to learn to loosen up, Jackie."The elevator stopped at the fifth floor. There was nobody waiting as we got off so the person who was trying to call it must have been on another floor. Straw up my butt or not, I was glad we didn't open the door to a pissed off doctor with a patient on a gurney.We made our way down to the nursing. The ritual was always the same: strip down to minimal clothing, take the pill, relax back, put the ear buds into her ears, and then follow the instructions without question.And each time, with the pill's help, the instructions burrowed deeper and deeper into her unconscious - deeper and deeper into her very soul. Unlocking parts of her which had been suppressed and covered up for years and years."I need to be Wifey for my husband," she repeated.They had become so routine, she hadn't even.