“You’re just my escort. I’m the showpiece!”At the door, everyone signed that they were either a member or a member’s guest. Members were put...into a lottery – guests could volunteer to enter the lottery, but weren’t required to.What had interested him the most was that most of the couples were dressed similar to them. The ladies wore flamboyant, attention-demanding costumes that often displayed more flesh than they should for the shape they were in. The men were dressed more casually, or. . please... I'll wait... just treat her with respect."The Africans ignored him. The door opened and African waiters bustled in carrying hot plates and fish soup, and David Burton edged out of the room.He was embarrassed, as well as confused. He found a quite spot on the lobby and settled down with a book he had brought with him. From there he could see the door to the room they were eating.A waiter hovered and looked at him quizzically. David looked up and was about tom order a pot of tea, then. I was scared and I was getting cold again. I could feel the night getting older and my options of getting home in one piece, at least to my frightened thinking, was dwindling in odds.That fear over rid my anger and I started to talk myself into the matters at hand. ‘Who cares if they are crude?’ I asked myself. ‘They still let me get warm, didn’t they?’ Still though, they were asking me for sex. And sex with all three of them too. Could I possibly do that? The thoughts of taking their black. We can teach them that sharing is good, while jealousy is no longer necessary in a world with less scarcity.“We can teach them how to do things. How to build things. How to grow things. How to repair things. How to cook and clean for themselves, so that when it’s necessary, they can do so. How to love and accept people ... and animals who are different or strange. We can teach them how to hunt, fish, etc. How to conserve, how to recycle. All that jazz,” I continued.“Speaking of jazz, we can.