He lowered his voice, ‘You do, Nens. You think I don’t notice how you hurry to jump out of my car if you see anyone black, or how you flinch every...time you use words you think are ‘ghetto’? How you let go off my hand when we’re out before forcing yourself to take it again? At first I thought it was a race thing…that you were ashamed of my race…then I realised that I was right…it is a race thing. Only you aren’t ashamed of my race, you’re ashamed of yours. Not only that, you’re ashamed of how. The 2 dogs run playing in the distance as they round the corner finishing their walk. They call for the dogs and let them into the car as they have a cigarette before leaving. Walking down the street after a hard day at work, as the peace and tranquility relax and calm my senses,I hear the man call for the dogs. He's a rather large man of above average height and girth. One I wouldn't want to meet on the wrong side of a bad day in a dark alley. Though he was of menacing stature his face. Cherry changed into her dark clothes before we left the party and headed for the trucking distribution center; she still didn’t know where we were going or what I had planned and I wasn’t telling her until we got there. It didn’t even come up in the conversation.Cherry said, “Thank you for what you did for Olivia.”I said, “Don’t thank me: she did it.”Cherry said, “She wouldn’t have been able to do it without you! You really helped her tonight!”I replied with a wink, “I was just her muse.”She. He could even smell the sweet smell of her favourite perfume - she must have applied it generously Greg thought."Yvonne... ?" I want you Gregory." She almost hissed this statement out, in a hushed whisper. It was deafening to the teenage boy, the sound of those words ringing in his ears.She had to be joking, some type of sick joke at his expense! Gregory knew this could not be true - his sister was a distant flighty older girl and they had nothing but their shared last name in common.His body.