I would always be staring at him during class. Sometimes, he caught me staring and I would immediately start doing something; acting as if nothing was...going on. At the end of the class in the weight room, I asked him for some help with techniques for a leg press machine. Most people were already in the change rooms getting ready to go home. Mr. Hanson led me over to the leg press machine, and I got on it. I started using it and he started correcting my technique, but this time, he was touching. They’re women of all races, body types, backgrounds, religions and creeds. Black women. Hispanic women. White women. Asian women. Middle-eastern women. Eurasian women. None of them were spared the laziness and false sense of entitlement that America bestows upon the female of the human species. And most men are too decent or too powerless to do anything about it. Not me. I treat them the way they deserve to be treated. I’m a bisexual black man, which is an advantage if you ask me. Heterosexual. Infidel: What is it?Me: Your penis.Infidel: You mean my cock. My dick.He wanted me to use those dirty words. He was teasing. I wasn't going to let him win.Me: Yes, your cock. Your big fat dick.Infidel: I am 28. How old are you?Me: I am 20. Do you still want to talk to me or am I too young?Infidel: I don't care about your age. You are different to most muslim girls. There is something daring about you but you keep it hidden.I did not expect that from him. It was almost as if he saw through me.. ”She immediately sat up in bed, turn to put her back towards me, and handed me the choker over one shoulder. I took the choker and gently fastened it on, the small clasp slipping a little in my grip.After, my hands drifted down her shoulders, then eased forward to take hold of each of her breasts. Ashryn giggled as my hands explored, leaning back into me. The soft flesh overflowed my hands, and when my fingers took hold of her nipples, her giggling turn to sighs.“I used to think they were too.