The crimes of the Nazi death camps only a few years before we were born were still so recent as to not count as history; the extensive newspaper cover...age of the Yom Kippur war eighteen months earlier had included a lot of background information about the mass killing of not just Jews, but Gypsies and those considered less than perfect for the Aryan Master Race. Oh yes, we knew the term ‘eugenics’, and we didn’t like it.“Can’t you complain that he’s using language like that?”“We did! Sheila. As we dance he asks me if I would like to go off somewhere with him, that he would like to fuck me. I tell him that it has always been my fantasy to make love to a black man and I would love to fuck him. I told him that what we need to do is get my husband drunk and he will pass out and then we could fuck. He said that it sounded like a good a idea. After the dance we go back to the bar and he orders another round of drinks and starts talking to my husband. Then he starts making toasts to. "My dress..." I mumble. You nod, disappointment still very clear. You had bought me that dress on the condition that I wear it whenever you ask me to. It's not that I don't love the dress. The eyelets in the dress are stunning, showing off my golden skin. The color accents my skin tone perfectly and has the exact same tint as my favorite hair bow. You know I love it, but that's not the point."Why aren't you wearing it?" You ask, sternly."I lost track of time and I forgot, Daddy, I'm so sorry,". The orgasm was my best yet. I quite nearly passed out in the intense exhilaration of the moment. My vivid imagination had taken me as close to my fantasy as I had ever been. I lay there clutching the damp pillows and I wishing I could kiss her real lips now and tell her how much I loved her. I recovered slowly, I figured that my neighbor was probably on one of his regular trips out of town and frankly, I didn’t care if he did show up! If he raised hell with me I would just kick his scrawny.