But I am glad that he desired me and took me. Knowing he lives just across the street gives me all sorts of naughty ideas. I gather my panties from th...e carpet, pull my ruined skirt down and walk back into the bedroom. He has taught me my lesson. I pull the shades down so I can really get ready for work this time. Even though I was just thoroughly satisfied, I still want to dress to entice. I strip and repair my makeup and hair. I find new stockings and draw them up over my legs. I laugh as I. I guess that makes me biracial too. Whatever. I’m not big into racial issues or politics. It’s what I do that defines me as far as I’m concerned, not skin color, gender or any other unchangeable factor. My parents were model citizens. They were never married but lived together until her death in the line of duty two years ago. As I sit next to a man I absolutely despise, I remind myself that I’m doing this for them. The man next to me is James Holliston. We’ve been flirting and drinking all. I stared at it, turning it around and around in my fingers. It was kind of irregular and made me think of a walnut meat with sharp edges. Two feet farther down the ravine I spotted another. I searched and searched and I found one more smaller one about the size of a pea.I pondered, now how did the nuggets get here? If it was gold, where did it come from? I crawled up the ravine, now drying in the sun. Near the ridge I could see where an outcropping of a ledge had been worked over by some miner. When we led them out of the theater after ninety minutes of non stop crap pounding in our ears, Rodney and I were ready to go back to the motel. We still had to put soda back on the bus but then we were headed to the motel. After he got on that bus, we didn't give a shit what he did.It took half an hour before the place was empty enough for me to feel comfortable taking them out to the bus. Something about an empty parking lot after a show was eerie, but nothing happened. When the bus door.