He triednot to show any of the pain he was feeling, but Violette saw it on hisface and giggled."Oh, come on, take it like a girl," she said as she mad... him wince.Jeremy blushed, ashamed of showing her his weakness even as he wassitting in front of her vanity dressed in a ladies' robe. Violettefinished drying his hair and continued to brush it for a few minutesbefore she took out her makeup.The sight of the lipgloss, mascara, eyeliner and blush made Jeremy'sstomach churn. 'What have I gotten. "I'd love to find out with he can do with those lips of his," Michelle said softly. She flopped down on one of the couches and sighed.Amy rolled her eyes and finished her champagne. She got up and threw her backpack over her shoulders. "Well I'm out of here." Why are you leaving so soon?" Ashanti asked."I'm bored. I need to get out of here. You two are too horny over that wussie of a singer."Ashanti laughed. "Oh come on Amy! Quit denying that you haven't at least thought about what his lips. Although I was not happy with this as I wanted to be with him always, I thought giving some space to both of us would help to sort out the matter.One day I called up my bestie, let us call him Rhean, and asked him to meet me as I wanted to talk to him about everything that happened.After an hour, he came to my house on his bike and picked me up. He was wearing a plain black shirt and had asked me to wear anything a bit Indian (he loves seeing girls in Indian or traditional wear) so I had worn a. Yes, I am proud of my people. All Black people everywhere. The Africans living in Europe, irking out a living and succeeding in these bastions of whiteness. The African-American in Canada and America. The newly empowered Black person of Africa, free from imperialism at last. The Black man of Brazil. South Africa, the economic powerhouse of the African continent, is now led by Black men and Black women. The way it should have been all along. Because of my love for Black people, my people, I.