Kathy arrived for work at her usual time feeling very sluggish, and quite worried about what Vicki might have planned for her today. No sooner had she...sat down at her desk and began reading her e-mails for the day, did Vicki stroll into the office with a big grin on her face.Whereas Kathy had a mostly sleepless night, Vicki had slept the sleep of the dead. Now that her plan had been successfully set in motion, Vicki's stress had completely dissipated and she found herself more relaxed now than. It dawned on her then that the high school coach she had mistakenly trusted was the one behind all of this. Her seduction had been a carefully planned plot, and the pictures were proof of it. But... why?Suddenly, there was a long, low moan from the direction of the bedrooms, followed by a harsh male laugh. There was another groan that had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though something was being hurt. Sandy sucked in her breath, paling from the weird sound."Fuck back, Alice, baby! Fuck. "Son, we'd better go now, too," Dad said with his hand on my shoulder. We were just one of the many families who had come to give the Gordons a tearful send-off. Tears weren't all. They were streaming down my cheeks and I couldn't breathe. I kept taking short little gasps of air, not able to get enough air to fill my lungs. My whole body was trembling. I'd kissed both girls tenderly and hugged them to me."We'll make it work somehow," I'd said. I'd even believed my own words.Now the powder blue. So, I wasn’t interested. Not really. At the time, I had other things to deal with. I was a young black man in college. It had just begun to dawn on me that I might be ‘different’ and I wasn’t okay with that. I was born and raised in a Christian household and I was a tall, somewhat good-looking, big and tall black man. I came to college and there were so many cuties around. White girls. Black girls. Latin girls. Haitians. Jamaicans. Puerto Ricans. Cape Verdeans. African-americans. Indians..