While I was driving to wherever I was driving to two days ago, I remembered my friend, Bianca - not her real name, but close enough - and how we rapidly became close. Both of her parents were half Nigerian and half Lebanese, so I don't know what that made her - quarter cast? - but she looked like a very light-skinned black girl. Her hair was the same texture as mine, except longer. She was beautiful. She had big eyeballs, pink lips, and big breasts. They weren't that big really, but next Read More
