Sholandra could see the pain in Laura's face."God, what happened to you?" she asked."I... was raped," Laura said softly."Oh no!"Tears immediately came...to Sholandra's eyes. She hugged Laura and drew her into the livingroom. For the next fifteen minutes Laura wove a story partially out of the truth, and partially made up, about having been raped by two men. Well, I was, in a way, she thought to herself.Sholandra's eyes poured with tears throughout the story. She empathized so closely with Laura. Shirley Franklin is Mayor of Atlanta. She’s a black woman. Barack Obama is President of the United States of America. He’s a black man. Black men from schools like Morehouse College are succeeding in the corporate world. Black women from Spelman College are rising where no black women have gone before. Black men and black women can accomplish great things. We just need to stop hating each other. Seriously. The whole world hates black men and black women. We don’t need to hate ourselves. There. " Yeah, I guess you got a point there." Besides, you wore it too."I tried to yell at Mark, but all I could get out was a gurgling sound.I took a quick look around. The only other people I found were acouple of kids hanging from the monkey bars at the other end of theplayground. Even though they were too far away to hear, I still leanedcloser to my friend and whispered, "Not so loud."He whispered back, "Sorry 'bout that. Ya did wear it though." Yeah, but only after ya dared me. I felt pretty. ”Cassie ran to Pam’s pussy, and started drinking.“Mmmmm-good,” she said.Pam and I laughed at her rumination, as we all were engrossed in what we were doing. I casually glanced at my watch as I saw what time it was. We needed to be home in fifty minutes.“Ladies, finish up; we need to shower, change and get home!” I said, pulling out of Pammy’s mouth. “I’m taking a shower; anybody care to join me?”Cassie got up and said, “I will! Sorry Pam, I’ve dreamed of showering with Rich dozens of times.”“Go.