" What promise to Kelly?" I asked, thinking I knew the answer.Trisha looked at me, sadly like she was sorry that I would never understand. "She's craz... about Kelly. He got her to promise not to have sex with anyone until he comes home at Thanksgiving. Didn't she tell you?" No, I guess she forgot to say anything," I said."You should find a girl your own age," she said."How about you? Are you my age?" I asked, knowing the answer."I'm a senior, way too old for you," she said, but so as not to hurt. "Yes! Fuck me! Give me your black baby!" She screamed. She didn't care if anyone heard -- she screamed it louder than the music beating behind the walls, begging for his black baby as he wound her blond hair around his fingers and rode her like a bitch in heat. She didn't care who heard as the booze saturated her reeling mind. Her body filled with the hormones she had been born to feel, the singular purpose the young blond had been living all her life to express: To be bred black.The terror now. “I have some homework to finish up, and then I’m going over to Terry’s to check on her. This afternoon I am going biking with Matt and Tony. I should be home before dark.”“Okay, I am going to the mall and food shopping. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?”“Chips and beer would be nice.”“Like hell. Ask me again when you are twenty-one, and then it’s only a maybe.”“Okay, just the chips then.”I finished my coffee and put the cup in the sink, “Okay, Have fun and be careful on your bike with. Trying to ignore the new sensation I went on, "I know what you mean! New shows come out all the time and I can't help but try them out. I must have at least four or five shows I'm juggling at the moment." It was at that moment that I looked over and saw my mother's cleavage on more than full display before me. Her left areola was peeking just over the edge of her tank top. I felt a swelling in my crotch that could not be reasoned with.My mother went on, "Well I want something with some.