So I knew where they lived.I have to admit, it was very exciting but also scary to go there, because the husband could've seen me in the supermarket. ...I knew the place they lived in because I had a friend living in the same block, so I also knew there was a coffee shop in front of their building. I would sit there for 3 mornings, waiting to see when her husband leaves. He left each morning about the same time, so I knew when I could visit her. But it was already Friday, so I should wait the. I accepted and we began to chat about what was on the TV. Then out of the blue Sir asks, “So how long has your wife been a FB to Mr. J?” We chatted a bit about my Wife and then we got on to politics for a bit. As we talked about the left side candidates HE paused and asked, “What is up with you white males.” HE added, “I have tons of you tractable males wanting to be subs to me?” “Ya’ll are throwing yourselves at us more than your women.” I said, “Are we?” HE giggled and said, “I know. I did refrain from asking her one question that has been eating away at me ever since; Why had she saved those pictures in the attic all those years to begin with?It was two years later that I truly began to understand my mother's strange college compulsion. I know full well that blacks and whites are equal in every regard, but the willingness to submit to those who 'imagine' themselves more superior is not deniable. My mother did it for her arrogant white roommate, and my friend Ashley did it. When the guy licked my nipples, I didn't feel a thing strange, just a wet tongue. A couple of guys felt my vagina; big deal. I guess I wish I had bigger boobs, so they wouldn't laugh at me.Mom came into my room, and shut the door."Carrie", she started out, "John tells me that you got put into the Program today." Yeah, no big deal. A couple of guys felt me up, and some took some pictures." Did that excite you?" No, not a bit. Mom, is something wrong with me, you know, for not getting turned on?".