" You know, Jim, just looking at you, the first name that came to my mindwas 'Wendy.' You look like a Wendy!"The girl's name was Diane. While she and ...Jim were discussing the virtuesof lipstick vs. gloss, her mother and I were deep in discussion aboutJim. She had noticed his nails and, obviously, his single minded purposein finding a certain lipstick. Not the usual behavior for a 16 year oldboy. But after I had explained the situation, Diane's mother completelyagreed with my handling of the. They were getting adjusted in the seats, as their vehicle had been failed and it was not safe to stay back with the children it was dark there were no seats left and the children and a women were standing I felt poor and was just going to offer the seat the old man beside me got up and offered the seat and he went in the front seat besides the driver. The lady placed her children on the seat an she was standing leaning on the seat in front of me the children were sleepy and they slept off soon.. Tyler felt uplifted when the court was in sight. There was a decent number of people there tonight, and several he knew well enough to know they'd eagerly let him shoot some hoops with them. He began moving faster to join the games being played—"Hey, Partrey!"Oh, shit. Cringing, Tyler slowly turned his head in the direction of the call, already knowing who it came from. They were out earlier tonight, probably just to make sure they ran into him. They were getting smarter. In a way,. Was it the innocent, faithful wife inside her trying to survive? Kwame would have no patience for that. Pulling her hair again, he yanked her up on her knees and forced her to arch her back. Turning her head to him, she opened her mouth and Kwame spat inside. "You belong to the black man, white girl! You belong to me tonight, white pussy and all!" He spat in her mouth a second time.Kwame pulled out. I was praying this was the end. One massive ejaculation and we can go home. But I wasn't the one.