” Her eyes locked onto mine, a brief flare of intrigue blossomed then faded in her hazel eyes. Maybe two or three seconds passed before she asked �...You think I’m hot?” “Well duh!! You might be my sister but that doesn't disqualify you from being a scorcher. You have an angels face, awesome ass, legs that go forever and mind boggling tits; you are hot and I kind of like you that way. It's cool watching my friends drool all over their shirts when you come around. I should keep a supply of baby. Then I woke up and knocked the door She opened and asked what i want? I replied i want u. She said ok but tomorrow bcoz u r weak now. Get well by tomorrow we will have fun tomorrow .Bcoz i am in live for three days. She came out and hugged me we went to bed.The next morning I’m ok and I had bath and kept the main door locked .My babhi preparing breakfast for us then I went to her and hugged from behind. She said first have your BF Then we will see a BF. We had break fast and went in to bed. You're white, and I'm a Negro."I held her, stroking her hair and somewhat awkwardly trying to comfort her. "We'll find a way, Effie. We'll find a way."The next day, my dad insisted that Effie and I get out of the hotel and do something. He had a number of suggestions, among them going to a movie. I thought that was a great idea, but I pointed out that we wouldn't be able to sit together. In Albany, black people always sat in the balcony of the theatre. White people sat downstairs.My dad. . not exactly anyway, but it was a near thing. He spent way longer than seemed necessary getting me to turn around, "now again", "now the other way". And then it was "arms in the air" – I allowed that one, he only wanted to see my belly-button when the cami lifted – but for "do a star jump" I just gave him a withering glare."How about trying on a nightie?" he asked with a tolerant smile at my prudishness, running his fingers along a rack of sleek little shorty nighties."Your wish is my.