"I'll look in later," she answered as she snuggled up against dad. Perfect I thought to myself as I slowly climbed the stairs. My mind was racing. Pla...nning. Plotting. Thinking. Wondering. Was this the 'now or never' moment?Thanksgiving Night"I'm sleeping!"I knocked again. I was standing in front of Katrina's bedroom door. I'd just showered and shaved. Slapped on deodorant and after shave. All I had on was a tee shirt and sweat pants. It was ten-thirty. Dad and mom were still downstairs in the. About a minute later Diane came into the room we are in, she walked up to the door of the fake bedroom, and knock. Amy quickly push the magazine under her bed. She then said “come in.”The door open a little, all you could see is the door.Diane then said, in a muffled voice. “We are leaving now, we should be back by 1am, if you need anything, call your dad’s cellphone, okay, we’ll see you in the morning, good night.”“Good night mommy, have a good time.”Diane then shut the door, and went back up. Usually a non-stop talker, she had grown quiet.Vedanti was one to talk about her sexual adventures freely and often. She worked in a hair salon and had bleached black hair and wore clothes that showed off her plump figure. She liked to wear things that were tight, short and very low cut. She had large breasts that she was very proud of.. And liked to show them off whenever it was possible. If she noticed she was embarrassing me or making me uncomfortable with her sex talk, she would get louder. Out of the corner of my eye I could see this black guy constantly looking over at me from just behind and to my left. At first it was a bit unnerving and I felt ill at ease. Then, as the class ended, I got up to leave when this young black man came over to me and in an almost shy manner asked , “Chrissy? Is that really you?” Astounded, I whirled around and there, standing face to face in front of me was a black guy nattily dressed in a pair of khakis and a plaid shirt. Immediately, I.