And that was how it bought itself time and got away from Black Ownership. But at the same time it knew that such behavior was unacceptable by Superior...Blacks and by itself. But it breathed a sigh of relief that it was able to fool those Black People and buy time. But even while tempting fate and then escaping from the consequences, the arrogant privileged white secretly hoped that its behavior would be deemed unacceptable by Superior Blacks and that such white deception and cheating would. What made me secure enough for this whole train of thought came from the fact that it was my landlady's suggestion in the first place. It was her telling me, in a light hearted way, to go 'girl'. Go girl and little girl at that, and most of it because of my size and that seamstress she knew. The dress was designed for a pageant and a girl no older than say eight to ten so it would be perfect she had insisted.In a way it was because it came with everything I'd needed. I had expected a dress. I was frantically pulling up my jeans and pants, fumbling to cover myself. “Looks to me like you really needed that” she said, stepping into the ruin through a gap in the wall “and I suppose the grass could do with a bit of fertiliser” I was putting my rucksack back on, face red with embarrassment.“Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone” she said. I nodded “ok.. sorry.. er .. I mean, thanks” My head was spinning as I walked away.I carried on northwards along the coast path, passing dog walkers and. " I stammered and smiled sheepishly. "And I wish, it's a Prada knock off I paid $20 for out of the back of a big white truck on the side of the street in Manhattan." I admitted. I never held back about that kind of thing, I was proud of my most-likely-a-knock-off-or-possibly-stolen purse.She laughed and it was adorable. "Wow, right on." She shifted her weight to the other leg and moved her shopping basket to her opposite hand. "It pays to be thrifty and trusting of people selling shit out of.