” “What could it hurt, Trina?” Ben responded with a devious smile. “Oh all right. I guess just a peek at my tits won’t hurt anything. Want t...o help me out?” Trina smiled back at him. Ben didn’t need to be asked twice as he walked up to her, reaching for her buttons. “Here you go, Mr. Roth. Let’s see if we can’t help you out.” Ben sad as he undid the top button, then the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth buttons, pushing the dress off to the side when he got to her bellybutton. Ben helped. Saying how nasty I was. She informed me that she say my email and not to look for her husband to give me shit and she was going to tell the other wife's about my little money scam. I laughed saying you stupid old bitch most of them knows. I rubbed my head and said you know if all of y'all old dried up bitches would be like me than your husband wouldn't be coming to me for a nut don't you think. She didn't say a word then I asked her to give her husband the phone please I told his old ass to be. Mostly, though, it was the scary White guys who had attacked her.Shanna didn't dream of White people.The first time she had actually realized this, late in high school, she had spent a good week wondering if she was some kind of racist. After all, she was surrounded by Whites. Most of her friends had light skin. You'd think they'd sneak into her dreams just by osmosis. But, no. Every person she had ever dreamed of, that she could remember, was as brown as she was. Why?The answer she had finally. J'ai tout pris..." D'ailleurs, je n'ai pas grand chose ? emporter. Tout rentre dans mes 10cartons"."Je sais mon ch?ri, avec ton p?re on t'aidera ? t'installer. On trouveratout ce qu'il te faut chez IKEA. Ca te convient?"."Oui merci maman, papa, m?me si leur style ne me plait pas trop".Sans attendre la r?ponse de ma m?re, mon p?re s'emporta, "Oh Alex, tu nevas pas te plaindre maintenant, non?"."Non ne t'?nerve pas, ?a sera super. Merci beaucoup. En plus on a toutela semaine avant que je prenne.