I want to have a proper meal. But for now I compromise with that and finish my coke.I am traveling alone in a train from Washington to New York. I hav... escaped from my drunkard dad and heartless step mom. I am almost 19 and have passed my school with a great result last year but my step mom won’t let me study further even though my mother did set up funds for my education before she died. My hen-pecked father didn’t object as always. I don’t have my cell phone and don’t remember Rebecca’s phone. The lights in the room made it quiteeasy to see what about me had changed.The most noticeable thing, or things really, were the large lookingbreasts on my chest, though my obsidian black skin was also quitestriking. Rising to look at the mirror in the chamber, a feature onlyfound in Class-G chambers, I knew exactly what I'd become. I was clearlythe first of the drow.I suppose it's fitting that I was a creature of my own design, and I wasquite a good specimen of my master work. I appeared to be. I decided very young that, to fit in with all my classmates, white and black, I would go by the name Ted.AS with all aspects of my life, being black has also had its advantages and disadvantages in terms of dating.Some black women are very nice and sweet, and I’ve enjoyed dating them. But all too many single black women buy into the stereotype that 1) all young black men hold up gas stations and liquor stores at gum point, and have served prison time for it, or 2) if they haven’t done time,. “You think I came prepared for this?” She shot back.“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” I stammered. But SC appeared unconcerned.“Well, what has happened has happened. Now it is in God’s hands. If I become pregnant, I will bear your son.” She said. She seemed to be absolutely sure that it would be a son and not a daughter. She then walked out, nose in the air.I was on tenterhooks, waiting for her call, wondering what I would do if she in fact became pregnant and decided to bear my child. But God.