"I'm sorry that you had to go through something like that. Now, what I really wanted to talk to you about was Kathy. She loves you, son. I don't want ...o see her hurt. I know you're a nice boy because Kathy says you are, but even nice boys can break a girl's heart. I guess what I'm trying to say is, do you love her?" he asked."Yes sir, I do, but I don't think she's going to think too much of me after last night. I mean, what girl wants a guy that gets the crap beat out of him? I just wish she. Mum knelt on the bed, head turned to face the open door, Dad pounding her from behind. Her breasts hung out from her red lace bra, they matched the thong, which swung from one of her ankles. Dad groaned and the two of them slumped on the bed.Dad left at first light the next morning, I found her Mum's bra and knickers set in the wash bin, the stale smell of her sex had aphrodisiac properties for me. That night, I sniffed them before beating myself to sleep.The next evening, to my horror, I found. It was from a 23 year old college student named Mohit. He was going to college in the next town, said he was packed just over 7 inches, and sent a pic that made it look like he had a telephone pole sticking out of his groin. We traded a few emails and next thing I knew I was over to his apartment. I was kinda nervous when I knocked on his door but that went away when a good looking guy opened the door. He introduced himself as Mohit and invited me in. ‘You want a beer or something?’ Mohit. For the next hour, all I could hear was the faint sounds of the narrator for this slideshow. ‘Niggers are better…whites are worthless…nothing can resist the power of a nigger…you are nothing but a slave to niggers…’ Along with the narrator’s words of encouragement, images rapidly flashed onthe screen. Most of them depicted either a horse hung nigger with the muscled body of a Greek god…or a skinny, barebones white boy with a metal cage around his flaccid penis. At the end of the hour, I walked.