As you've probably figured out from my Mother's exclamations, my name is Scarlet, but my friends call me Scar, which is why nobody calls me that. I wa... born with a special power: The incredible ability of fuck all. I'm a boring girl by all real measures, middle-class, white, 18-years-old, final year of School, where I'm a straight-B student. I'm vanilla, unimpressive, I'm plain bread with margarine on it.And I wish the world would treat me like it.Alright, let's stop with the figurative. His father's job as a janitor in the Dallas School District involved very long hours six days a week. The job didn't pay much but it was all that was available to an uneducated black man in 1950. His Grandmother was the moral compass for the home which included no lying and no stealing. She was the one that ensured he graduated from high school, with honors.Pete's first real introduction to integration with other races was at Marine Corps boot camp. His four years in the Corps taught Pete a lot. Julia whispered to Leslie, “You know, I’ve wanted to see you like this since the first time we met.”Leslie, somewhat surprised but very delighted, responded, “Well, we’ll have to make up for lost time, won’t we.”Julia’s face became one massive smile as she returned to enjoying Leslie’s perfect triangles. Leslie laid back to enjoy Julia’s attention. She placed her hands in Julia’s hair, pressing her tighter to her breasts. The soft sucking sounds that Julia made brought back fond memories for. Thomas pulled his arm out from under the blanket pulling me close into his chest. Laying my head on his chest I knew I would never be the same. Hearing his heart beating even the irregular beating made me feel so close to him. When he pulled me even closer my eyes shut my mind went into flight. Thomas sensed my body was very close to his. I felt him shuffling his weight around so that I wasn’t pressing into his so intimately. Having closed my eyes I could see this in my minds eye. I didn’t see.