A numbness that currently clouds my judgement, affects my thinking and makes me mourn the loss of any feelings or emotions, or would no doubt if I cou...ld mourn.My name doesn't matter, not really, though you can call me Peter and my tale such as it is goes back over twenty years to a young man, happy, married and a with young child, a daughter for us to cherish and hold.Life was good, I'd recently attained a promotion, was up to date with the mortgage repayments, had good friends and family, I. She smiled cruelly and said, 'Did you wipe yourself when you peed, you don't want to make your panties smelly.'It was as if she had been with me last night and saw my distress. I nodded and said yes. Mei Ling stood and walked to me. She rubbed her hands on my face in the way that a man would feel his beard.'Your face is still smooth, just like a girls, I think that your beard will no longer grow at all' she laughed. I stood like a dummy as she mocked me listening to her laughing, feeling the. Those terrifying footfalls were getting so painfully loud, he must be right at the entrance to the office. Her breathing seemed far too loud because the desk was amplifying right back at her. All she could think to do was bury her head between her knees trying to make herself as small as possible. Then she had realized that she no longer heard anything at all. Her brows scrunched together while she pondered if she had somehow missed the patrol walking away? Then she heard a new sound and it. He was saying how it was his fault because he’d made a mistake in sending me to THAT particular pool hall. He kept going on about how young men were hard to control and especially young niggers. So I knew he had already concocted another one of his plans that involved me being on display for black guys. He had started applying lotion to my already almost hairless pussy. He was telling me that older black men were easier predict and certainly easier to control. And that they respected the white.