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center was a polished dance floor. Along the length of the fourth wall was a long bar. Her heels clicked on the wood floor. Everyone in the place turned to look at them, the stunning young white woman with the meanest looking black man in town.
    Sam led her to the bar. She sat on stool next to him. There were several young black men at the far end. Reflected in the mirror behind the bar were the booths. Since it was still early, most were empty. She counted three black couples and one white couple. She leaned forward to get a better view and gasped. The white couple were her neighbors. They lived on the next block. Mrs. Ramsey was president of the PTA. Her husband and Brian were in the same bowling league. It was obvious they’d recognized her. Quickly she half turned away from Sam.
    “What you doin,” he growled.
    She put her hand up to her face, “I’m sorry. There’s something in my eye,” she said.
    “My fist be in your eye unless you fuckin warm up!”
    Maureen hesitated, then placed her hand over his and tried to smile. In the mirror she saw that the Ramseys were making their way toward her. She felt her face grow hot as she turned toward them. Mrs. Ramsey forced a tight smile, “I thought it was you when you came in. I told George, ‘that can’t be Mrs. O’Donnel, can it?’” She glanced at Sam.
    Maureen gestured toward Sam, “This…this is my friend, Sam.”
    Sam glared at them and deliberately placed his arm around Maureen’s shoulder so that his hand rested on her breast. “What she say ain’t how it is. We more than fuckin friends.” His fingers squeezed her breast. “Tell them, baby. Tell these white folks,” he said
    “He’s…he’s, ah, uh, we’re good friends, very good friends.”
    “Lovers,” Sam said. He moved his hand to her bare thigh and stroked it as he stared at Mrs. Ramsey.
    Maureen swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes lovers.” She looked toward the door. “Sam and me, we’re like he said…lovers,” she spoke just above a whisper.
    George Ramsey frowned, “Where’s Brian?” he asked.
    “At home,” Maureen said. “He’s at home with the children.”
    “Yeah, and his wife’s here with me, and she’s hot ain’t you, babe?” His hand tightened on her leg.
    Maureen nodded, “Yes, it’s like he said.”
    Mrs. Ramsey stepped forward, her face just inches from Maureen’s, “You should be ashamed,” she hissed.
    Sam pushed Maureen’s knees apart, spreading her legs so that the Ramseys could see she wasn’t wearing panties. Mr. Ramsey stared at her shaved crotch. Sam nodded at him, “You like that? You like lookin at my woman’s bald pussy?”
    Mrs. Ramsey grabbed her husband’s arm and started toward the door. Sam called after them, “This here white pussy is only for the black man!” He poked Maureen, “Tell them,” he said. Before she could speak, they were out the door.
    One of the black men down the bar yelled, “That right? This fine lookin white piece only for the brothers?”
    Sam turned Maureen to face them. He lifted the letters on her necklace. The three men got off their stools and moved up to stand in front of Maureen. The couples in the booths stopped talking and looked toward the bar. The first of the young men introduced himself and his two friends, “This here’s Mufta, and that’s Rashid, and I’m Louis.”
    Sam squeezed Maureen’s thigh, “These boys wants to know the meanin of your necklace.”
    Maureen bowed her head, “The letters mean ‘White Woman For Blacks,’” she said softly.
    Louis, the tallest of the men, looked at Sam’s hand on her bare thigh, then at the ankle bracelet. He squatted down and traced the letters, his fingers lightly trailing across her ankle. Looking up at her, he said, “You sure anxious for us to get the message, ain’t you?” He started to move his hand along the back of her calf.
    Sam wagged a finger at him. “You can touch but you got to know she’s my woman.”
    The oldest one called