Why else would he ask questions like that and tell me to keep going? So I decided to give him what he wanted, and I continued to tell him the story."I... got the impression that he was thinking of me as more than a student when he started sneaking looks at my legs. When I looked at him he would turn away. Most of the drive was silent; we both just looked off into space as he drove down the road. I didn't even realize that I hadn't told him where I lived. Still we just kept driving. He must have. One now-empty ship returned to Valencia, while the Gotberga, the Joelle, and the Marise continued through the Strait of Gibraltar into the Atlantic. There, they hung a sharp left (excuuuuuuse me, turned hard to port) and sailed south. With most of my wives along for the ride (Audoflede had to stay in Valencia to run things and Ambre and Adele stayed because they were expecting soon) the trip seemed to go much faster. It took eleven days to reach the mouth of the Bambara River (modern Niger. Black men are worshiped as star athletes and stellar actors but they also get disgraced by a world that expects the majority of them to be nothing more than criminals. Teachers expect Black male students to be troublemakers rather than academic luminaries. Corrections officers and police officers expect them to be miscreants. Judges expect them to be mindless brutes. Black women expect them to be worse than all of the above combined. The scum of the universe. The Black man is often made to feel. She chose instead to be in the kitchen and make cookies for her kids. She would have made a snack anyway, because she loved being a caring mother, but she was especially keen to make some yummy snacks for Alan as an unspoken apology for not being in the mood to play around some more. She knew he really loved cookies, especially oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip ones.Suzanne walked in the front door just a few minutes after Alan had started to watch the game. She'd just come from dinner at a.