Anders blushed red and she remembered what she had said earlier. ‘Oh….’ She trailed off. ‘You are thinking of me creaming my panties for him.... Aren’t you?’ ‘No, no,’ he shook his head and rose to go, but he was now so red it was almost purple. ‘I should go.’ She jumped to her feet and set her open hand against his chest. ‘No. Don’t go. Sit down.’ He lowered himself slowly back into his chair. ‘Anders, you’ve been awfully nice to me,’ she said, standing over him. ‘But I don’t want just. I never told my girlfriend because I didn't want anyone to know about me being with a black man. We met, danced and had a great night at a local club on long island. I never looked at him as a black guy, just a guy. About 2am we decided to call it a night and that's when I had to make a decision. I wanted to go home but he insisted that I stop by his place for some coffee. I am 50 with a shape of a 30 year old, 34c and a size 2 dress. That night I had a pair of skin tight white spandex pants. She pulled the shirt over her head and down until it met the top of the shorts then smoothed the material over her body, all the while looking in the mirror. What she saw made her gasp and the girls giggle."Look at those nips Mrs. Connors! If the men at the ballgame don't notice those they're blind!"The fullness of her breasts were plainly visible ... as was every wrinkle and ripple of her nipples straining to get outside the plain white material of the shirt. Claire could plainly see that her. It pointed first to the native who had accompanied it back from the group on the fringes: "Akakha," it said. Then, eyes still on its comrade, it pointed to Igwanda. "Eeghanka." The two repeated each other's names and touched hands as before, but this time there were no proclamations of peace; instead the native's eyes seemed to focus—pointedly, the colonel thought—on first his helmet, then the holster encasing his sidearm, and finally the shouldered blaster. You don't like the weapons, Igwanda.