Phir uncle tv ka sound bhadha die. Phir unhone apna lund dhire dhire 4-5 bar me mom ke gaand me dal dia.Mom jhor jhor se awaj kar rahi thi..Unke gaand... se khoon bhi nikla. Phir 3-4 min baad uncle ke lund se pani type muth nikla ..Wo mom ke gaand pe gira dia aur kiss karne lage mom ko.Phir wo bole mai chalta ho sone ghar me…Mom nangi uthi aur I pill kha li aur wo kapre phene lagi… Phir mai bhi waha se jaldi nikal gaya..Aur dost ke ghar chala gaya aur apne normal time pe ghar aiya…Agle din phir. “Well…” Marianne hesitated, “He is… important, that is. His father is the King.”“King?” She asked in disbelief, “There are no kings in a Democratic Republic…”“Not of the human realm.” Marianne corrected, “Of their own kind. You and I are the same, they are a different breed.”“Why do you work for him?” She wondered aloud.“Sometimes, dear, you don’t get a choice. But the pay is wonderful. Both my sons have a full ride through college, and I have more than enough to retire when I’m ready.” She. They’re the ones who’ve forgotten where they come from, not the Black person. The human race is a strong species. We adapt well. And as the purest descendants of the original humans, Black men and Black women are the strongest brand of humanity. Those of you who doubt me, prepare to be dazzled. In America, for now, White men and White women have the advantage of numbers. They mistake quantity for quality. Let me clarify. A single smart man can outthink and outperform ten morons. That’s the way. I said, ‘Like this, dear,’ and reached slowly for your hands, drawing you closer – closer. Your hands were warm as I softly arranged your right hand so your thumb held the egg-shell thin celadon porcelain at the rim and your fingers held the edge of the base. ‘This way you won’t get burned when I pour.’ I cradled your right hand in my left as I lifted the tea pot and poured the green tea into your cup. I could feel you trembling. We stood there with my hand touching yours for an obviously long.