But for the first time, I was in the presence of someone whocould take me, if he truly wished, and I was unsure how to respond.I was not the only one ...ho noticed, for after a great deal of wine hadbeen consumed, the king said "It is a pity your servant is a boy. If hewere a woman, she would be a perfect bride for the prince" He wants my servant, he can have him" my master slurred.So that is how I came to be the personal servant of the prince.At first I was very frightened. I had no recourse if. Much more. I don’t think all white men and white women have changed their minds about black men and black women. I think prejudice still runs deep. Behavior learned through centuries of self-appointed god-like status over one’s fellow human beings can’t be unlearned in mere decades. That’s why I could never see myself with a white woman. I don’t know what she really thinks of racial issues. Women are good at hiding things. I think for a black man it’s best to stick to his own race. Yes, black. ..but...please dont I....?"Stranger: "You'll what?"You: "I'll.....give you......Ummm."Stranger: "Give me what?"You: I took off my tank top. "What i gave him?Stranger: "Well... You drive a hard bargain. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"You: "No I just.....I was failing......Well......UGH. do you want it or not?"Stranger: "Of course."You: I sigh. "OK" i take of my bra. "Wanna play first?" I point to my tits.Stranger: I nod, and latch my lips on your nippleYou: I moanStranger: I strip off. He put on the kitchen light, in the centre of the kitchen stood a table, which he led her to and made her lean forward across the table top, placing her hands on the further edge. He motioned me to a chair in front of and facing her. Saying, for her “not to move her hands regardless of her desires to protect her-self or she would be secured and double the sentence” he then trailed the lead over the table edge between her two hands. Her face was a mix of determination, fear and expectation.