” I jumped in with, “Would you sleep with me?” Charlene caught her breath in surprise. “You mean you would stand in for me?” I smiled. “Su...e. If you slept with me for a month.” “Oh crikey,” Charlene said blushing. “If you were a bloke then I would.” She paused before blushing and adding, “I just couldn’t do it with another girl.” I thought Charlene looked like she was already regretting rejecting my offer but actually if she wasn’t in to women I reckoned the sex wouldn’t be that good anyway.. They don’t say it, of course. But I can tell. They smile too much, or stare too much when they see me. I guess even though the President of America is a Black man, and we have Black people serving as Governors and Senators, white people still have a staring problem when they see a Black male student on campus. Racism in higher education is here to stay. Even as Caucasians find themselves becoming minorities in an increasingly multiracial and multicultural America. Just chuck it up to bigotry. Friday.Marnie had me reread some of my early diary entries. They sound likethey're from a different person. Have I changed that much? Now I'm kindof ashamed for letting her make me so girly. She says that I obviouslylike it, so why am I complaining. I couldn't think of a good answer forthat.Saturday.Date Night. Except Marnie is going out with Bryce. She says it's justto talk about old times. And have a drink. Then go to have a look athis new penthouse apartment. She doesn't want me to. She entered like she was royalty, and they treated her that way. We got the best table in the house. She let the girls and my mom order whatever they wanted, but insisted my dad and I get the biggest steak on the menu. She also ordered everyone dessert, Mississippi Mud Cake, the house specialty. And not once did she let space get between us.She had them eating out of her hand. When she mentioned the recent 'spat' we had, four sets of feminine eyeballs pierced my soul, and my dad gave me a.