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"I love him, why can't you just see that?" "Yeah I see that you do. But the question is, does he really love you?" Desmond asked looking at her intensly. Brylane popped up from her seat. Anger rising as she looked down at Desmond.

"Oh so you think I'm just a temporary distraction. No rich white man in his right mind could ever love a little black girl like me. He must have an hidden agenda." she said with her voice rising.

"Bry I said it before gurl, and I'm saying it again. Why you. The man is surrounded by all kinds of white chicks. Rich ass white chicks." Desmond stood up as well. Faced her. "Don't get me wrong gurl. I'm not putting you down, but just think about it for a time. You are so beautiful Bry, and crazy sexy gurl. But you can't compete in his white world. You're new to him now. But what about later. What if he starts looking back to his side of the fence?"