..”“Pretentious?” Paige offered.“Yes ... and racist.” Anais nodded. “Many of them don’t make friends with Vietnamese people. I have more... friends here than at school.”Paige wasn’t sure what to say to that. Max asked, “So, you’re Vietnamese?”“You can’t tell?”Max shook his head. “I didn’t grow up in New York City. There was only one Asian family where I grew up and they were Thai. Sorry.”“You don’t have to apologize. I saw my first white person when I was eleven,” said Anais. “I have no idea what. When I’m having my period, he makes me suck him off all weekend long but he has never gone down on me, ever, even when I asked him to. He’s so forceful about sex that he intimidates me sometimes.”“Maybe you should consider sleeping around, you know, finding somebody to have sex with on the side?” Sylvia suggested.“That would be very hard to do. The neighbors know us so well and in a small community like this, somebody would find out”“Have you thought about a divorce? Maybe if you suggested. To say that their sex life was good would be a sizableunderstatement. While the many aspects of their relationship wereunquestionably solid (with a few minor exceptions), their relationship inthe bedroom was definitely the bedrock that grounded their marriage withwhat she believed was a near unshakeable certainty. Neither of theirample libidos had been eroded by time's passage, in fact she would arguethey both had seen a decided resurgence in that regard over the past fewyears as their. .. his anus. She stared in utter disbelief as the man began to press it into Jamey, the huge knob pushing forcefully at the raised brown circle of puckered flesh... "What's going on?" Max questioned, Nadine, placing both hands on her hips. "Tell me, what is it?" It's-It's the one called Burke," Nadine stammered, her lovely young eyes gaping in disbelief."Well, godamnit! What's he doing? Tell me before I lose patience with you, kid." He's... He's trying to put his thing... in Jamey."Max.