She smiled back at him in the mirror, once more running her paws down her arms "I'm all golden and tall, I'm very happy with the way I look, I just ha...e to get used to seeing myself this way." Virlane gently ran his talons down her back then touched her wingjoints "spread your wings for me" she was startled for a moment, just thinking to herself, "spread my wings" and they unfurled, perhaps this wasn't going to be as difficult as she thought. Virlane moved closer behind her "purr for me,. "Geez, you took forever! It's kind of creepy in here. How do you sit in here all the time?" She asked while scooting her chair closer to mine."I don't think it's THAT creepy, and plus the books take my mind off of just about everything. So it's cool." I say and offer her my hand. Her hand is surprisingly cold to the touch but I brush it off as her having the chills. I begin to recite to her trophy lines from Romeo and Juliet. We talk and converse after each line I read, her praising my diction. The guy in the film stood up and went over to her reaching down to fondle her breasts through the blouse. His crotch was bulging and she reached forward to hold it. I could see her nipples getting hard through the material just as mine were. His touch became firmer as she allowed him to fondle them. Soon he had both of them in his hands. He kneaded them slowly caressing the nipples, he pushed them upwards, he pushed them together. Then he undid the blouse and I could see that the nipples were. Unfortunately, Jordan Sparrow wasn’t satisfied that I took care of his student loans for him. Or that I bought him a bright red convertible. You see, he resented me. He resented me for being famous. For being successful. Many Black men and Black women who accomplish great things in their lives find out the hard way that sometimes, those who hate them the most are their fellow Black men and Black women. Seriously. My favorite celebrity in the world, United States President Barack Obama, should.