"No," responded Pamela, sharply. "Look at this memory, then tell us what happened to me."After a moment, Judy said, "Are sure you want to do this?" Ye...s!"Maeve, Alison, and Judy looked at the memory she had brought forth. They were shocked at what Pamela had chosen. It also gave them a sense as to why she was so hostile to those around her."You really want us to describe that event?" Yes," responded Pamela firmly."Alright, but why?" It is the only event that I can think of where the others here. This is false, of course, but it took me being a cuckold before I realized that maybe being white didn't really place me in the privileged position I'd thought I was part of!The first time I ever witnessed my wife fucking another man, another black man, I should say, for the sake of clarification, that was when I understood, at gut-level, that I was by no means 'superior' to a black man, either socially, or sexually!In my minds eye, even now, I can clearly see Duane, the first of many other. He hoped to be chosen as a deputy to the National Assembly, but his chances were being undermined by the fierce Republican views held, and loudly expressed, by his wife.Paris was calm after the abortive uprising that had taken place in June, although signs of the conflict could still be seen in many parts of Paris. Cobbles, ripped up from the streets and used as missiles against the government troops, had not been fully replaced, and musket balls, fired by soldiers and rebels, had splintered. ” Summer enters and closes the door behind her. “Let me look at you.” Summer does a 360. “You are amazingly beautiful.”“Thank you. You look just like I expected you to. You’re beautiful, too.”“Thank you. Come sit down.” They sit down together. “I’m still amazed to see you. I never thought I’d see you again. How did you find me”“Well, your mother still has the same phone number, so I called her and found out that you’re in California and she gave me your phone number.”The two young women ad-lib.