A Woman’s Initial Encounter With Same-sex Intimacy Across Racial Lines

over here,” Killer said, traipsing across the street to a nearby law firm office. These chicks are college girls. How much did you say the sandwich was again?”
“Two fifty-nine.”
Camel withdrew two, single dollar bills from his wallet. I don’t…. Let’s go!”
I offered the Arby’s worker an apologetic glance and then sped away down the street without the sandwich. Camel stood up and stepped away from the table. “Dude, you just fucked up Keaton’s game. Shortly after Amaya had sent me packing for wielding a domineering dong, I decided to initiate a moratorium on sex and resolved to focus more upon my college studies. “I just don’t care that much about anything.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I commented. “What the fuck you think you’re doing? “We’re taking you the fuck home.”
“Well… He laughed a great deal and seemed devoid of any negative attitude. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing? You’ll get us permanently kicked out. While we were waiting for the sandwich, Camel shared with me some of the wisdom that he had acquired

A Woman’s Initial Encounter With Same-sex Intimacy Across Racial Lines

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