As the story unfolded, each knowing the ending and the tragedy that would finally play out, you could feel the two tortured souls, in their words, in ...their actions become even more intertwined. As I drank the bitter liquid, feeling the burn of the poison which would race through my system, I felt the pain of loss, not so much for a life ending but for one never having dared to begin, my life. As I lay there, my body at rest I heard the words, the anguish which poured forth from the beauty who I. Yes. No, I’m okay. Okay. Thank you.’ He hung up. He sat on the street near the girl, keeping an eye on her heaving chest. From time to time he’d check on the black man, he never stirred. In a few minutes he heard sirens rapidly approaching. He emerged from the alleyway to wave and flag them down. Two medics and a police cruiser pulled up and stopped, lights flashing. People from nearby business, bars, restaurants began to gather. There was a flurry of activity. The black man went into one. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hang on, but I actually wanted to come. I needed to, and there was no holding it back after a few moments. "You forgot to explain the body paragraphs. I think it's been awhile since you've had a presentation, hasn't it?" He cocked his head at me and I hated his patronizing stare.The class laughed. Oh, what a funny one, Mr. Davis. My nostrils flared, since I knew he was toying with me just for his own amusement. It was so taboo, in a sick way, and the pairs. I then put on a white satinlong line brassiere and added two pairs of my old pantyhose to each ofthe lace trimmed satin cups. Once the brassiere was adjusted properly I finished with a tight whitelycra spandex waist cincher. I didn't wear it often but since I wantedto go all out I decided to put it on. It was tight as it was a couplesizes too small but I liked the tight feeling and it really brought in mywaist and made my hips look wider. A white flared lace trimmed full slipwas next.