Promptly at Robert’s cab pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her purse and hurried out to it. He motioned for her to get into the back seat. The night was warm and humid. Before they started, Robert flicked on the overhead light and turned to look at her. His face was unexpressive, his gaze direct. She felt the color rise to her cheeks. “Spread,” he said.
She parted her legs. “Show me,” he ordered. She pulled her dress back over her thighs and spread her legs wider. “What are you showin me? Say the words.”
“My cunt, Robert. I’m showing you my cunt.”
“You like showin me your cunt?”
“Yes, Robert, I like showing you my cunt.”
“Yeah, your juicy white cunt belongs to the black man now, don’t it?”
She closed her eyes to avoid his, “Yes, Robert,” she said, “my…my cunt belongs
