I said "Please, we can't make love on my marriage bed - I love my husband."He sat me on the edge of the bed and said, "Don't worry babe, we aren't goi...g to be making love - you are about to get fucked by a black man. We don't make love, not to white sluts." I am not a slut," I protested. "I have only ever had sex with my husband."His reply was that I was in for a big treat. He kissed me again, and I was starting to resign myself to the fact that I was about to get ****d by this huge black man.. I told them about the tennis tournament and my need to practice.Mr. Patterson recruited a kid I had seen around the courts, but had never met. He introduced me to Sean and suggested that he and Sean take on Mrs. Patterson and me. "That way, you'll be playing with a girl," he said and when his wife reproached him for calling her a girl he amended his suggestion. "Sammy's playing in a mixed doubles tournament tomorrow. He needs to practice with a female partner."Noreen and Cecile took seats on a. Mrs. Barnes took a seat at the front of the classroom, she rummaged through some papers briefly, but after about 5 minutes she said,“right, I’m going to pop out for a bit, I hope I can trust you two to behave yourselves, I’ll be back soon.” With that she left. The classroom was totally empty apart from Mandy and me. The way we were seated I happened to be sitting some distance behind Mandy but close enough to have a good look. She just sat there, her head down concentrating on her work,. I sat back indisbelief as my hair was dyed platinum blonde and trimmed into a 'morefeminine style'. My toe nails were painted bright red, fake nails wereglued on my fingers and painted the same color, and makeup was applied tomy face.As all of this was happening comments like 'Aw our little girl is growingup' and 'You'll look great for your big night' and many others. Each ofthese comments was punctuated with gales of laughter. I wasn't sure whatall of this meant, but I didn't like the sound of.