"I don't think that's a fair deal June. You get what you want, and I wind up with nothing good for me." She looked up at me, obviously surprised by wh...at I'd just said to her. Like me, I was sure that she'd practiced this conversation many times in her head. I'm sure that she had been convinced that I'd fall all over myself to take her up on her offer. I probably would have too, almost every time, except that she was so different than anyone else I'd ever been exposed to. I couldn't understand. I guess I wasn't going now. I looked out my window, and saw him drive away. My Mom knocked on my bedroom door. It's time to get up, we have a lot to do before school on Monday. I didn't say a word, but she walked in anyway. Mom said, "Take off you dirty lingerie." "You need to take a special bath." I looked at her, puzzled, and said, "Special bath?" She replied, "Yes, you going to take a girl's bath, so get out of those clothes, and let me spread some cream on you." I took off all my sister's. That’s why I could never see myself with a white woman. I don’t know what she really thinks of racial issues. Women are good at hiding things. I think for a black man it’s best to stick to his own race. Yes, black women are difficult. But they’re also brutally honest. Something about white women’s way too easy smiles sets off my spider sense. Something about most of them just don’t ring true. Have you noticed that when people are talking of racism they always think of angry white men but never. She did not have the flare that the more mature wives had. She still had a bit of baby fat on her belly and had a little pooch between her navel and the top of her bush. Her auburn rug had already started but it was sparse. My eyes traveled upward. There they stopped at her bosom. Or at least where it would be in a few years. She did have nice round hillocks for breasts, but she did have the most incredible nipples. I believe she would be a 32A if she were measured. She was excited and her.