He opens it up and looks up at me, still buck naked, with tears in his eyes. Walking down the stairs, I explained to Dustin that everything was ok, bu... “Let's just say that Mark and Maurice are not our friends anymore. They did some bad stuff last night, so I told them to leave. And dad doesn't love us anymore, so we don't love him either. I know that's confusing, but I'll explain it to you again when you get a little older. Now---I really bad need to whack off, and take a shower, so get up. It turned out to be much more than that. I was one of five black women on the women’s varsity rugby team. I guess some things never change. Even at a historically black school, most black students stuck to their traditional sports like football, men’s and women’s basketball, men’s baseball, women’s softball, men’s and women’s wrestling and men’s and women’s volleyball. The men’s and women’s ice hockey teams were nearly all white. As were the men’s and women’s rowing, men’s and women’s sailing. Gail stared at the twisted post and then she stared at me. She blinked like she thought there might be something in her eyes that was affecting her vision. While I waited for her to say something, Neeka put in her two cents."You show-off! You love doing that, don't you?" Yes, I do. I enjoy seeing their faces. It's like they suddenly wake up and find that the world is a different place from what they thought it was. Right now, Gail looks like she just found out that Santa Claus is real after. "Come on, Becky needs a kiss." Heh!" Ron stuck out his tongue at me and we were okay again."Professor?" The secretary had let me past after a five minute wait, but I still knocked on the door, peeking around it shyly cause he liked that from his students, particularly the young blonde ones.I wore my usual green scrubs, a long white smock and just a little makeup, a touch of lipstick and that was it. I had my stethoscope stuffed in one pocket, my clipboard in my hand, a beeper, and three.