Alana deserved justice and I needed closure. We got neither. She was condemned as an instigator. I knew better. To me, even in my heartache, she remai...ed my hero. Someone who couldn't or wouldn't back down from her beliefs. It's now Pride month, another reason for my poignant reflections. The rainbow LGBTQ flag wasn't around in our day but we would have carried it proudly. I don't protest much these days other than telling meddling kids to get off my lawn. Alana would be as troubled as I over. Initially, I was slightly shocked because I had never seen a magazine like that before. Then my shock turned into curiosity. Fast forward to 1987 and I'm in my local video store. I muster up the courage to browse the ADULT SECTION. I see the standard XXX porn. Then I stumble upon black pornstars JEANNIE PEPPER, ANGEL KELLY, NINA DEPONCA, PURPLE PASSION, SAHARA and others. I nervously grab the boxes that are on display and view the back covers. I scan the images vigorously til the point of. The portcullis to the castle was down already, and the guards were preparing to shut the massive wooden gate as Jean arrived requesting hospitality. It took a few minutes to convince them to send word to their master, but once they did, Jean was allowed inside. As he dismounted, he saw the door to the main keep open, and a small boy darted out, being chased by the most beautiful young woman Jean had ever seen.She looked to be around twenty years of age, with long, blonde hair and a figure. She was the milf I was looking for.Days passed and so the bhabhi and her family started interacting with other neighbors. She was sweet, nice-talking lady like other gujaratis. My mother and she used to interact quite often as there were hardly any other neighbors to talk. They used to talk about families, sarees, food etc.My mother had even told her how I intelligent I amand always stood first in my school years.Whenever I used to come across her she used to smile and ask me about how I was.