I moved an arm’s length away from him and began slowly dancing, turning seductive as the music turned up. I gave him peeks at my cleavage, and pulle... the shirt a little so he could see my tummy. I lifted my legs further up in some dance steps so he could see under my skirt. I could see that he was getting turned on by what I am doing I was glad. He got up and wrapped his hands around me loosely as I kept dancing. I could feel his hands roaming over my body and touching me through the clothes. I. Do these foolish black men suspect that the white female they’re romancing could secretly be a member of the Klan? It’s something they should keep in the back of their heads. I know for a fact that there are plenty of racist white women out there. They’re just better at hiding their hatred than racist white men. Racist white men shout the dreaded N word at black men and black women they hate. Racist white women give unsuspecting black folks a fake smile and secretly plot their undoing. A lot of. "Thelma was sympathetic but offered no real suggestion for solving theproblem other than to continue avoiding Max. "I'll speak to my brotherabout it though," she promised. "Maybe he'll have an idea."My shift at the coffee shop that very evening was marred by the arrivalof Max who sat at a table by himself and stayed the entire eveningnursing a coffee cup while he kept up a monologue directed at me in alow voice whenever I passed nearby."I've worn my best pants and jacket this evening just to. The girls sometimes hired me as well, for themselves, for their friends - or their enemies. I had three rules; I wouldn't break any laws (for instance, simulated rape was ok - real rape wasn't), nobody ever knew my real name, and apart from the women I fucked no-one ever saw my face. I had done as the guy asked. "She's a fucking whore," he had said. "She's been stringing me along for months. I can't believe I didn't realise. I want revenge." He had outlined what he wanted me to do - get her to.