On the front porch -thankfully there was an entry way - I removed my jacket and knocked onthe door."Hi Michelle. Or would you prefer Shelley?"It took... me a second ... "Shelley would be nice." Jenny lookedunbelievable. She was wearing a bustier that highlighted her breasts andcovered her erect elongated nipples under a transparent silk covering.Under her transparent panties you could see her red bush neatly trimmedinto a cute little heart. She completed the ensemble with matchingstockings. . Black people don’t. Until we support our own through thick and thin, we won’t succeed. Black writers strive to bring the Black experience into mainstream fiction and nonfiction, yet can’t count on Black readers for support. White people have always stuck together and supported their own. Black people need to learn to do the same. Take the city of Atlanta Mayoral Election for example. The White female candidate could count on the support of her fellow Whites as well as that of Blacks who have a. I sat back, a little unnerved. I also gave up the notion that I was going to bluff her. She knew.I sighed. “Since yesterday morning, I think.”“You think?”“Weird things started then, but maybe the night before. Very hard to say, on that note.” She continued to look at me. She was not satisfied.Not wanting to look at her as I explained, I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I had started feeling a real attraction to Mary and wanted to get to know her. Ideally, I wouldn’t be thinking. She hadn’t even tried to get the cockpit keycode out of him again. Eriksen couldn’t believe how incompetent she was, she had given him the run of the ship with apparently no qualms about him attempting to escape. Maybe she was used to her victims becoming so pliant and passive that the thought of it hadn’t even crossed her mind.The aft of the ship was probably still depressurized, the hangar bay along with it, but her shuttle was just sitting there with nobody supervising it. He could steal it,.