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            Sanya: Should I be worried? Either way, I’m hiding in my room until I
        hear from you.

            Henri: I’m on my way. Be there in 10.
            I pull out of my spot to rush home. I don’t want tension between Sanya and
        my family. I have no reason to believe any of them would have a reason to disagree
        with me being involved with a black woman. Technically, we aren’t involved, but
        I aim to change that. Since I’m ahead of my savings schedule, I would gladly move
        out if it means I can have her.
            The sexual frustration is worse now that I know exactly what I am missing. I

        don’t have to wonder how she looks naked. I know every little detail. I don’t have
        to wonder how she feels. I know her skin is soft, and it feels damn good to be inside
        of her. I know the sounds and faces she makes when she’s horny, the inflection in
        her voice when she begs me to fuck her, and how she whimpers right before she
        cums. Pure torture.
            I search my brain for doubt or a sign that my family may not approve of Sanya
        and me. I come up empty. I can’t imagine in what context in which my dad made
        his statement, but I will find out why he said it shortly. I smile to myself trying to
        imagine my family’s faces when they realize what she’s wearing. I picture Sanya’s
        face. I have seen her embarrassed more times than I can count. I doubt her outfit
        has caused as much of an issue as she thinks. They can’t really judge her for what
        she wears inside her own home.

            I swing into the driveway. My parents’ town car is parked where I usually park;
        I pull in behind Sanya’s car. I almost fall when I jump out of my  vehicle. I’d
        forgotten about my hurt knee. After correcting my balance, I shoot out a text.
            Henri: I’m outside.
            Sanya: Okay, leaving my hiding spot.

            I smile at the text. She is so damn cute. My parents are probably wondering
        where she went.
            Henri: You didn’t have to hide, sweetheart.
            Voices carry from the kitchen as I unlock the door. I’m not surprised they’ve
        found the kitchen. My mom believes that the kitchen is the heart of the home. I
        can bet money and win that my mom is already preparing some sort of snack. I yell
        out a greeting right before I come into view.
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