Black: queen's pawn d7>d6

As long as he could remember, Eugene had been both attracted to and repelled by white women, and the stewardess on his flight was a prime example of the type that aroused his mixed emotions. Her blonde hair was carefully styled and her form-fitting uniform suggested an athletic but feminine frame. She was the sort of woman he lusted after like no other, yet he wondered if that was his true feelings or just a manifestation of the stereotype **** on him by a lifetime of media images. Furthermore, though he was in excellent shape and considered himself attractive, she was the kind of girl who refused the most polite or circumspect advance. Racism, he had decided long ago, kept these objects of his affection from reciprocating. And so his competing urges manifested in usually awkward exchanges, and the occasional restraining order.

And now, Eugene couldn't believe his eyes. A few rows ahead, two black guys started talking to the stewardess about making her a star! She responded with predictably naive enthusiasm, Eugene decided, and sneered as the conversation progressed.

"Jessica Swansen," he overheard her tell them. "S-W-A-N-S-E-N." Eugene found himself taking notes as she provided the men with her address, phone number and email.

"You from Calhoun?" the younger black man in the gangsta tracksuit asked.

"Nobody's from Calhoun," Jessica laughed, then caught herself. "Oh, sorry, I mean..."

"No white people be from Calhoun?" he finished.

"In so many words, yes," Jessica replied. "I'm from a small town upstate."

"You're very articulate," the older man in the suit observed.

"My family raised me right," she replied. "I also took a couple of years in college before I got this job."

"You're also very graceful," he continued. "Any dance experience?"

"Twelve years of ballet as a girl," Jessica responded. "And about the same in competitive gymnastics. Is that good?"

"Flexibility is always good," added the younger man. "Those titties real?"

Jessica blushed but answered. "Yes. When they... developed, that's when I had to stop gymnastics. It changed my balance too much."

"I like you Jessica, here's my card," said the older man. "I'm Ricardo Jones, a Hollywood producer. Listen, there's a function downtown at Cosmos tonight. I'd like you to be there and meet my local rep Will. I'll put you on the guest list."

Jessica thanked them again and went to the front of the plane to put the card in a safe place. Eugene could only shake his head. Another girl with a head full of dreams is going to get gangbanged by a bunch of hoods and conmen, whereas she should really be going home with him. When she walked by a minute later, he fixed her with a withering glare, and her smile faded immediately when she saw him. How typical.