I don?t like assholes like thatcomin? into our neighborhood and goin? after my friends. If they wannacharge me for helping you, go ahead, bring it on....Friends? Did I hear him right? ?Uh, well, I just want you to know I?llbe there for you, I mean, I?d go to court and be your witness.??Sure, whatever. It?ll never get that far, don?t worry.?But that?s what I always did ? worry about stuff. I?d also beenworrying about what Justin might have seen that night. If he caughtsight of my genitals, as beat. Then she smiled at me. “If you are as turned on as I am right this second,” she looked up and down my body, “get naked and join me upstairs. If you come up dressed, I’ll change and we can go bike riding, although I might be dripping wet after a few miles on that seat.”She turned and her robe floated to the ground as she went to the stairs. All I could do is look at her body. It was obvious she either sunbathed in the nude or her skin-color was a perfect bronze. Her butt was tight and moved. Naturally, he had his reasons, which he didn’t hold back.“I’m writing a sort of essay or pamphlet on how Western religion is the cornerstone of American racism. The Book of Mormon is the poster child for this. The racism is so deeply woven into the text that one cannot understand Joseph Smith or Mormonism at all until one grasps the racism at its core. With all due respect for the Ballards, Christianity is the primary offender in the West. Nothing that any pagan sect or branch of Islam or. We continued in silence to the car. By the time Mr. Taylor got into his seat, I couldn't keep myself together any longer and burst out crying. I hated myself for doing it, but I couldn't help myself. Mr. Taylor put his arms around me and kept them there until I ran out of tears.The drive home was a quiet one. Mr. Taylor still had that look of eerie calm on his face, and I just sat there mindlessly fiddling with the happy meal toy.When we got home I went straight to my room and lied down. I.