I cant. Im sorry. He sat up, and I rolled off of him as he stood and walked away from the couch. I think you should go. I couldnt believe this. I pull...d my shirt back on and left without a word. As soon as I got home, I stripped naked and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique full length mirror and examined myself. Was there something wrong with me? Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen? I piled my blonde tresses on top of my head. Some light freckles adorned my button nose. I. One door had closed. I needed a period of reassessment. I no longer had the threat of a prosecution hanging over me. That actually came as a surprise. Up until that moment, it hadn't occurred to me that I could have been taken to court. That rocked me for a moment. But it was over. I needed to take stock.The first thing I realised was that I was still simply responding to events. I had been so busy juggling everything that I had just gone with the flow. There were some things I needed to take. As for Mr. Perkins, I know for a fact he quit or got fired later that summer. I’ve heard he’s out of teaching, back with his old lady, and selling insurance somewhere upstate.’ After a short struggle, Ann stood up and walked unsteadily to the door. She paused, and turned to face her audience of one. ‘So that’s why, dear Cindy, I don’t do it with white guys. Mr. Perkins turned me off the breed.’ Taking a deep breath, she clenched her fists and stared at the floor. Her body began to tremble and. I had dinner at the Hamburger Hamlet and had a couple of scotches and then went next door to the Saw Mill Bar and Grill and had a couple more. I was feeling really good and talking to an average looking woman named Collette. She was African-American about ten years older than me and had a very nice set of tits. Collette was a little drunk, but not enough to agree to let me take her home that night. We exchanged numbers and I decided to go home. I was only home about 30 minutes when Collette.