The black African’s thoughts were different and touching the white creamy skin of this morsel was delightful. Meanwhile, Tia was seated next to a bl...ck African in the third row seat. She too was being counseled on the various sites. The African had his right arm on top of her seat slightly touching her shoulder. As she looked away at the window, his eyes were undressing her. He had sex with an older white woman once before but she was nothing compared to a girl this young and so lovely. ‘Miss. I looked up and she was standing beside me, biting her lower lip pensively. "Are you okay?" Sure," I said, reaching out for her with a hand. She stepped in and put her head in the crook of my neck, the rest of her clinging to me. "I hadn't really talked about these things to anyone yet, so the emotions it brought up kind of caught me by surprise." We're all so sorry," she said, looking up into my eyes. "It was thoughtless of us to even bring it up." No," I gave her a squeeze. "You guys asked. Andthis one did. Her first words to him were not minced, "You ladygirl!" Notdenying it but instead insisting that he had another identity justreinforced her first impression. He may or may not have known his status;but Suzy knew.Suzy had been the oldest daughter with an older brother in a smallvillage in rural China. None of the boys in the village held theslightest interest to her. The monks had suggested to her father thatthey would be happy to make inquiries in some of the larger. 'Is shebeing nice, or if I turn am I going to see her with a sarcastic smile,making fun of me?'I just say, "Thank you, I am still learning." I turn, expecting theworst. Dreading it really. She is just smiling. No appearance ofcruelty."The eyepatch is kind of cool. I hope your nose heals okay." The doctor says it should heal just fine." Class quiet, this is study time not chit chat time," says Mrs. Westcott.She starts reading attendance. She is very old school. She gets to meearly, since.