<strong>On the bus</strong><br/><br/>"Think you could take my fist?"  Harmony blushes.  "I saw that once in a stag reel.  Pretty little black girl, takin' it from this Aryan bitch with a leather fetish.  Sure sounded like she loved it, but I never....uhm...last gal I was with was only into light surface petting, because Jesus."<br/><br/>A momentary sadness enters her eyes.<br/><br/>"Just, uhm, she couldn't stand being with guys, you know?  But didn't dare admit that...anyway, she got married a bit later to some guy her parents chose for her, and I kept an eye now and again.  He was at least decent to her, and they never had kids so..."