Picking Christine up from the floor, I lifted her high in the air and was rewarded with her usual bubbly giggle.Joanne sat on the sofa and watched me ...playing with Christine, for a few moments."I'm sorry, Peter, but we've ruined your evening for nothing." Joanne apologised."What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.Joanne said nothing, for a moment, just sat on the sofa with tears running slowly down her face to lane, wetly, on the shiny silk of her robe. I went over and, putting Christine on the floor,. And they’re the motivation behind the actions of racist white men. A few months ago, a racist white guy went on a rampage in Brockton. He wanted to kill as many non-whites as possible. He killed two Cape Verdean women and seriously wounded a third person. He’s now in police custody. I hope he dies in prison. Preferably in a gruesome manner. A lot of white men and white women are getting in touch with their inner racist these days. And I seem to be the only black person who knows it. I’ve always. I am done playing with you. Done with that fucking mouth. We are past the point of no return... both of us. I have done my crime just like you did. Nothing I do now makes much difference. I do not wish us to be discovered. I have no intention of killing you. Nor do I wish to make you physically sick. But those are the only limitations. The. Only. Limitations. I am going to hurt you. Today. Tomorrow. More and more and more until I have erased every fucking bit of resistance."He is breathing hard. The silk felt incredible under my palm, and as I continued Connie turned her head and whispered in my ear, "Go higher Philly, touch my skin please." I let my hand venture upwards along the top of her thigh until I reached the lace hem at the top of her stocking. Her hand again slid over the top of mine and she directed it to where she wanted me to touch her. After slowly sliding the length of her thigh several times she stopped me at the top of her stocking. I pivoted my wrist and let my.