She swallowed and took a deep breath, “Yes, honey, I would.”
“Would what?”
“Would like to...to...feel you’re black c**k inside me.” She glanced at him, “I would like it if you would...if you would f**k me.” She looked straight ahead. “I don’t know why I’m like this....why I want....want...” She shook her head, “I don’t know what I want.”
“Who the f**k you kiddin, Mrs. Gardner?”
They were in the poorest part of Brooklyn. He had her turn down a narrow side street and pointed ahead to the next corner. A faded sign on the side of the building said “Ruiz Bodega”. Under it someone had spray painted “f**k all Latinos”. A group of black teens were standing around on the corner, smoking and drinking out of beer cans. There were six of them. “Pull up there on the corner and stop,” Darnell said.
