He had everything. Looks. A good job. A gentle touch. She was an idiot. But hey, I profited from her discards. I snatched him up and made him feel lov...d again. Love him I did. He loved me and soon we married and his first wife was but a memory.The years passed. Our cycles and rhythms merged. I knew him. He knew me. We got comfortable. The conversations dwindled down to nothing. Now here I am: staring at this man across the table from me. We have no more words to say to each other. We haven't in. What... do you want?" she asked, already knowing the answer."You thirsty?" he asked, breaking out a canteen from his saddle bag."Yes... please," she pleaded. Badly dehydrated, hungry and weak, the young girl struggled to her knees."Good!" said Jocko. "Then open your mouth and I'll give you something to drink."Kimmie was frightened but desperate. Her lips parted. Jocko took a step forward and with one hand holding the canteen to his own lips, his other hand grabbed her by the hair and forced her. I would do better by Gary now. I not only wanted to, I needed to.Gary fled the steps of my dorm building and crossed the street striding with a wide gait and a single-mindedness that I knew was a desire to be around me. I could feel in my heart that he did not see Mike as I saw Gary. He looked at me and saw Michelle. As afraid of that as I was, I was also overjoyed. I had a chance to make things up to him, just a little bit, before all this was over. Maybe at the end of this we could still be. I feel like I’ve been freed from a prison of lies and masquerading. It makes me sick to think of what I used to be. I know that I’m supposed to be a white bitch for black cocks now, I know that I was born to be a sissy slut.” Tears were forming in her eyes and I stopped her. “Stop with the waterworks sweetie, you’ll ruin your makeup. Just go out there and make me proud.” She stood up and I made her turn around for me. She was breathtaking. I applied pressure to her shoulder and she bent.