Don't be rude...remember Derek likes Crown Royale. So go take your date his drink." I gave Derek his drink and stood there...awkwardly. Denise came ou...t of the kitchen with the flowers in a vase and set them on the sofa table. Then she went to the stereo and put on some seductive dance music. As the music pumped, my wife got behind her camera and said, "Sissy, why don't you dance for Derek...maybe give him a lap dance!" I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew Denise was working to help me. So I. I'm a six-foot-one lean and muscular young woman of African and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Newport, Rhode Island. I'm an out and proud Black lesbian, and everyone knows about it. From my friends and classmates at the University of Rhode Island to my family members in the City of Champions. I don't hide who or what I am. I play collegiate soccer and I'm out as a lesbian athlete. Many admire me for that, some hate me. I don't give a fuck about the haters. Life is too frigging. Much to his mild amusement!At age 19 I agreed to marry Kabeer, who was by then in his mid 20's and well established in his job. It was a simple, but delightful wedding ceremony, and much to my delight both families seemed to get on like a house on fire. But the part I remembered most vividly was the dance I had with my new father in law at the reception. He'd waited almost until the very end to claim his dance with the bride, and I'm sure most people were a little the worse for wear from all. He picked up what looked like a strange collection of straps and buckles and dropped it over her head. As he began to pull and fasten them, she realized it was a kind of harness much like a dog would wear but it had more straps. The bottom ones went around her thighs with straps running up the outside of her legs to the one around her waist. Then two more straps ran up her sides to a set that criss-crossed her belly up to the straps that outlined her breasts and supported them from.