"It has 'thud'." She put the one in her hands back up on the wall. "It's a serious paddle, Sir." "So it is, Stacey." She blushed and stepped close to ...e, running her palm over its flat surface. "I like the smooth black leather. It's kangaroo, Sir. From special farms or something. Well, at least that's what Moses says in the handout you receive." "Handout?" "Yes, Sir. Moses provides the buyer with care instructions, and lots of information with every purchase." We were having fun and we weren't. Hell, even if I were born here, my skin color would forever mark me as different. A lot of visible minorities try to shed their ‘otherness’ to accommodate the white folks and try to assimilate. Me? I don’t believe in that shit. I am proud of my dark skin, my full lips, my curves, and my big butt. And I rock my Hijab like only a true Somali woman can. The racists in Ottawa and elsewhere in the vastness of Canada aren’t going to bend or break me. You heard it here first. The other corrections. ”Another of the girls said, “Well, they may have overdone it, but we haven’t gotten pregnant again, and we are getting more now than we did when we got pregnant. They didn’t tell me to stop screwing, and I’m not locked away in a convent somewhere.”“We’re just hanging out here so the babies can get tired out. They are little Energizer Bunnies. I know I would like to have some of that monster outlined in your shorts, but I expect we will be leaving before long. Whenever my daughter wants her swim. She had a pair of gray socks on her feet."How do you feel?" he asked; holding her chair for her to sit down."Warm, cozy, and --" She hesitated."And what?" He sat in the chair across from her.Her face turned pink. "Horny." Really?" He grinned and took a bite of his garlic bread.She nodded and picked up her fork. "When I get over the worst of my cramps, which usually happens once I sleep, I'm always horny. In fact, I'm horny the rest of my period."She stabbed at her lasagna with a force that made.