But please forgive me, I only wanted you to remember these moments and I just wanted you to think well of this white girl compared to the other white ...girls you have conquered with your virility.”“And you know what Giselle, for sure you accomplished your task!” Mobu replied. “Believe me, beautiful white lady, rarely have I felt so spent and depleted after sex. Truly, I do feel as if you sucked my soul out of me.” For a black man who prided himself on his virility, it was hard for Mobu to admit. I went in and closed it. I listened very carefully for any sound. After a minute or two I flushed the toilet and left. Back in the den Ben and Becky where chatting quietly and when I entered Ben stood and handed me a mixed drink. I sat down and took a sip. The drink was strong. I sort of choked on it. Ben asked if it was to strong? I lied and said no.Becky was wearing a extremely short black dress and her legs where bare. Once while Ben was in the kitchen mixed a drink she turned toward me and. I think I had not one name but two.One other people called me, and one that I called myself.That seems strange.I wonder how that could happen?*****I learned some new words."Man" and "Woman"I like these words, so I add them to my list.I think they are opposites.I am glad I remember.*****The soft-voiced one came to see me today.She is a woman, I remember that.She seems very sad, but she tries to say nice things to me.I like listening to her voice, but I wish she wasn't sad.I also wish she knew. He was blonde, and quite thin, like her. He was taller than his sister, but not by a lot, and at five foot six, he was even shorter than Marc. He had very little body hair, and what little pubic hair he had was so blonde that he looked shaved at first glance. His cock was a lot thinner than John's and Marc's but was a respectable six inches long. Although he was skinny, he still had muscles, but he was far from being Charles Atlas. He was a high school teacher, working as a substitute teacher.