She gave only her hotmail address and no other identifying information. But a photo full face and nude was required. She took a couple of shots from h...er cell phone camera; mirror shots fore and aft, naked and smiling and sent them in.Tuesday she got word through e-mail that she had been accepted and she was given details of exactly how to participate at a time of her choosing the next night. Apparently to accommodate different time zones and various schedules, none of the viewings on. They were all black kids, from the ‘other side of the tracks’, literally in that small town, who had come to the field to bat some balls. Somehow, being raised in the South, and with all the prejudices in my own family, I had managed to grow up open minded about most things, and race had never been an issue with me. I went to school with black kids, played with black kids, made friends with them, had even fucked a couple of black girls, and I never saw them as any different than anyone else,. Instead, I lived at home in the bedroom which had been mine since I was sleeping in a cradle. Mom and I still rode bikes together. Shopped together. Gardened, talked and watched weepy-eye Lifetime/Hallmark movies together. To keep Mom happy I even went out on dates occasionally, so she'd know I was looking for a husband.Dad? Oh, he huffed and puffed and bellowed like an elephant wondering, 'When are you going to leave the damned nest so your mom and me can have some damned peace and quiet. She grimaced at the irony of her name, Alia, blessed of Allah. Lia didn’t feel very blessed presently, only just alone, friendless, and unable to pass as a boy for very much longer.Shaking off the feelings of hopelessness, she decided to try for one more score while the hot afternoon held the town in a weary slumber. That new doctor should have something worth taking, and she could probably just slip right in the front door, if she took it slowly. If caught, she could pretend illness, and that.