And for this man, now, for this beautiful black man, she felt nothing but compassion. It’s fine.”
Georgetta smiled. Milf sex Laurie looked at her arm. Not judging her. VR-Laurie thought into her mind, like an angel. “Please,” said Georgetta. . . The short-haired middle-aged white slightly dumpy (don’t fat-shame her don’t age-shame her) receptionist who had welcomed her in with professional courtesy but certainly hiding suspicions. VR-Laurie was making her listen. It’s okay that you’re white, and it’s okay that I’m black. You are excited. We can’t help any of this. . The IV drip melted her brain. “It sounds so goofy, reclaiming my power. Was that even possible? “You can send them in, now.”
In walked a white man in khakis and a blazer and one black woman in a red pantsuit. “Please. Laurie listened. “Miss Georgetta.”
“Warden,” said Georgetta. Laurie so wanted to believe it was not her fault to think such awful, hateful things.
