Leaving the rhetorical question hanging, Dean Wilkins swung her athletic frame up off the chair and came to a standing position. After tugging at the hem and bodice of her dress until a semblance of order was restored, she spun smartly toward the door and, in three long, bold, strides, was gone. The moment the Dean was out of sight, Jodie found herself caug...
As the night wore on Dina sat at her post at the front desk, trying to read. She went to community college in the daytime and had taken this job on the graveyard shift because it afforded her plenty of time to study. But she was not making much progress at the moment. This wasn't the first time she'd gotten bored and lost focus, but tonight was different. S...
As Jodie took hold of Karen's knees, Karen started feeling shy again — she had never spread her legs for another woman other than her gynecologist, and she was acutely aware of Miss White, who was sitting there still fully clothed. But she did not resist when Jodie began to push her knees apart. Jodie felt a rush of excitement as she looked down at Karen's...
Kristin returned a couple minutes later carrying a tote bag, which she sat down by the door. Jenny, Sasha, and the prisoner all looked at her curiously, wondering what was going to happen now. From the bag Kristin produced a small box. Inside was a joint that she'd been saving for a special occasion — which this was, though in a strange kind of way. She lit...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
My name is Clara Bedford and I'm as white bread as they come. My parents were born into money - old money - and lots of it. I grew up in a big white house in Westchester County. When I was a little girl I played with my little white friends. When I got older I went to private schools where almost everyone was white. Then I went to college and it was more of...
My name is Dadelie Voltaire. I'm a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I major in criminal justice at Buffalo State College, and someday, I'm going to be a police officer like my father Alan. I come from a long line of police officers. I guess you could say it's in my blood. Plus, I'm a bit of a control freak so law...
Friday morning Kristin woke up early, before 6, and couldn't get back to sleep. She was nervous about that evening's meeting with Miss White. Alexis White exerted a powerful and complicated influence on Kristin, and indeed on all the women of Alpha Beta Delta. To some extent this was attributable to her position of authority, but there was more to it than t...
My name is Christine Lambert. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I work in real estate and it's depressing. The recession is in full swing and western New York is bearing the brunt of it in my opinion. There are scores of foreclosed homes in both African-American and White neighborh...
Lena and Astrid's wedding was a lavish affair attended by about two hundred guests and held in a stunning rooftop garden. Even Miss White, who was not given to displays of sentimentality, felt herself getting a little misty during the ceremony; Jodie was weeping profusely. The vibrations of love and positivity were so strong that you would have had to be a r...