ability to love you, simply because you share similar ancestral backgrounds? Love and ancestry are two different things and have little to do with one another besides loving one’s culture. Has any brotha made love to you so completely that your body ached when he wasn’t around from real physical withdrawal? Yes, I was a whore, a proud one. I’m still quite perverted in the traditional sense of the word, but my whoredom and perversions, as you call it– I really like that word ‘whoredom’ by the way – I may have to borrow that,” Saint laughed, “My perversions would serve you well, over and over and over again.” Saint smiled. “I didn’t cry like a bitch. I never cry, but I bet you do once you realize another brotha has used you and left you, again. Don’t you?”
“You’re a cavalier psychopath,” Xenia shouted. “You can’t handle me, Dr. Aknaten. You must know this. Look, as much as I’d like to keep up this pissing contest with you, I have to go. I have things to do, and you’re wasting my time by trying to get into my panties.”
“I beg to differ. I can handle you, and that’s what you’re afraid of. I don’t try to get into anyone’s panties. I make panties drop on their own. Anyway, I’ll do the interview, Xenia, if you agree to have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
Xenia sighed. “Really? Are you serious? So now you’re going to blackmail me.”
“How is this blackmail? I’m offering you something you want in order to get something I want. It’s called bartering. It’s an equal trade. It’s been in existence since the beginning of time.”
Xenia sighed, “And just how long does this dinner have to be, Dr. Aknaten? You aren’t fucking me, either, so please don’t get any grandiose ideas.”
“I think it’s a bit premature to talk about what will and won’t happen, but regardless, the dinner should only last an hour or two, after which, you’re free to go. I can send a car to come pick you up around 7:00. I’ll rearrange my schedule so that I can see you tomorrow night. What time is this tentative interview where you’ll once again attempt to cut my balls off, forcing me to embarrass you over the air again?”
Xenia laughed. “I truly can’t stand your ass. Everything about you is extremely irritating. You told me I was small. You’re the one who’s small. You need to look in the mirror.”
“Not everything about me is irritating and small. I assure you,” Saint laughed.
Xenia rolled her eyes. “No wonder so many people called and let you have it. Anyway, the interview, Dr. Aknaten, should be tomorrow morning. You don’t need to come by. We can tap you in via the internet. Seeing you just one time is enough for me. Do you have Skype?”
“Yes,” Saint answered dryly. “I’d prefer to come in person though, and that’s what I’ll do.” He quickly hung up and walked back into the room to complete his meeting.
“Gentlemen, there’s been a slight change of plans.”
* * *
“You’re on the air with Xenia Donnellson and our special guest, Dr. Saint Aknaten. Dr. Aknaten has been gracious enough to do another interview with us in response to so many of your requests. We have time for just one more call. Oz, you’re on the air. Please state your question or comment.” Xenia rolled her large, dark eyes at Saint. He winked at her, causing her to turn away quickly from him, more annoyed than seconds earlier.
“Yeah, this is Oz. I’m a Black man, and I get where this cat is coming from. Us Black men are comin’ up short. We got sistas takin’ care of us, and lots of us did run to white women as soon as we got the chance. It’s like we want everything the white man has. If some of these Black women want to have a decent life, they’ll have to date dudes from other races. It’s as simple as that.”
“But why would you say that Oz? Aren’t you capable of giving a Black woman ‘a decent life’ as you put it?”
“You’re a cavalier psychopath,” Xenia shouted. “You can’t handle me, Dr. Aknaten. You must know this. Look, as much as I’d like to keep up this pissing contest with you, I have to go. I have things to do, and you’re wasting my time by trying to get into my panties.”
“I beg to differ. I can handle you, and that’s what you’re afraid of. I don’t try to get into anyone’s panties. I make panties drop on their own. Anyway, I’ll do the interview, Xenia, if you agree to have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
Xenia sighed. “Really? Are you serious? So now you’re going to blackmail me.”
“How is this blackmail? I’m offering you something you want in order to get something I want. It’s called bartering. It’s an equal trade. It’s been in existence since the beginning of time.”
Xenia sighed, “And just how long does this dinner have to be, Dr. Aknaten? You aren’t fucking me, either, so please don’t get any grandiose ideas.”
“I think it’s a bit premature to talk about what will and won’t happen, but regardless, the dinner should only last an hour or two, after which, you’re free to go. I can send a car to come pick you up around 7:00. I’ll rearrange my schedule so that I can see you tomorrow night. What time is this tentative interview where you’ll once again attempt to cut my balls off, forcing me to embarrass you over the air again?”
Xenia laughed. “I truly can’t stand your ass. Everything about you is extremely irritating. You told me I was small. You’re the one who’s small. You need to look in the mirror.”
“Not everything about me is irritating and small. I assure you,” Saint laughed.
Xenia rolled her eyes. “No wonder so many people called and let you have it. Anyway, the interview, Dr. Aknaten, should be tomorrow morning. You don’t need to come by. We can tap you in via the internet. Seeing you just one time is enough for me. Do you have Skype?”
“Yes,” Saint answered dryly. “I’d prefer to come in person though, and that’s what I’ll do.” He quickly hung up and walked back into the room to complete his meeting.
“Gentlemen, there’s been a slight change of plans.”
* * *
“You’re on the air with Xenia Donnellson and our special guest, Dr. Saint Aknaten. Dr. Aknaten has been gracious enough to do another interview with us in response to so many of your requests. We have time for just one more call. Oz, you’re on the air. Please state your question or comment.” Xenia rolled her large, dark eyes at Saint. He winked at her, causing her to turn away quickly from him, more annoyed than seconds earlier.
“Yeah, this is Oz. I’m a Black man, and I get where this cat is coming from. Us Black men are comin’ up short. We got sistas takin’ care of us, and lots of us did run to white women as soon as we got the chance. It’s like we want everything the white man has. If some of these Black women want to have a decent life, they’ll have to date dudes from other races. It’s as simple as that.”
“But why would you say that Oz? Aren’t you capable of giving a Black woman ‘a decent life’ as you put it?”
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