"You can't. I built it." Build me one?" Me too," said Grace."Well, now. I'd have to charge you ... oh ... ten dollars for a donor bike unless you can ...ind one in the paper or on the bulletin board at the union ... at the library or the Kroger." What's your name?" Grace asked."My real one or what folks call me?" Make it easy on yourself," I said."Super Fly or Arnie ... Arnold Strong. And you are?" She's Grace, I'm David. The Austin Twins. Wanna talk about it, Mr. Strong?" Whoa, nobody ever. Those who oppose them, people of color, aren’t afraid to take them on. In Canada, nobody talks about racism and everyone pretends it doesn’t exist. I feel like this is a world gone mad. I mean, I just wish people around here would be honest about themselves. I wish Black men and Black women in Canada would admit to themselves that racism exists and take steps to fighting it. I know that people of color only make up a little more than nearly twenty percent in all of Canada. That doesn’t mean. She stands there and enjoys it, while I work my way up to her mouth and hold her tighter to my body. I run my hands up and down her body and squeeze her butt on the way back up. I move my hands around to the sides of her waist, and slowly move them up along the curve of her chest while kissing her. She moves her hands over mine and guides them up to her breasts.After a minute, she moves her hand down to her legs and begins to pleasure herself. I go back to kissing her neck, and she arches her. Besides, it isn’t like they can call the cops.”“I don’t like this.”I meet up with the stranger as he runs out of the office, onto the shop floor, with Jane chasing him. As he tries to run by me, I drop my pack, grab his arm and jump into an upside-down or inverted armbar. Essentially, I am hanging off his arm with my head to the floor as he stands there. I have one foot behind his head and the other under his chin as I hyperextend his arm against my leg. This stops him long enough for Jane to.