First Madeline picks up her friend Lexi

Her father's words played in her head as Madeline drove away: "every black man wants a young blonde girl like you... it's about fucking". She thought about the few black guys she knew at her suburban high school, and like most boys of course they would probably jump at the chance to get anywhere with her. But so what if they did, she thought. This wasn't like old times, when the whole social order was designed to keep black men away from white women. Now it just means guys with african ancestors were unloading their baby batter into girls with european ancestors. Other than the novel discrepancy in skin tone, what was the big deal?

"It's not like I'm ruined for whites if I lose my virginity to a negro," she rationalized to herself, though for some reason it caused her heart to beat faster, like deep down she knew it was wrong. "I'll probably just end up having some black guy's children anyways." She looked at her beautiful green-eyed reflection in the rear-view mirror, hoping she was pretty enough for their attention.

Madeline was not going directly to Tyrone's house, stopping to pick up her friend Alexis "Lexi" Carlson. When Alexis emerged from the house, Madeline was surprised at her conservative dress, which included a short skirt but a bulky sweater.

"You look like a slut, Maddy!" Alexis exclaimed with a laugh as she sat down in the passenger seat of the smart car.

"What is this, Lexi!" Madeline countered accusingly. "Tyrone said white girls were only invited if they dressed right. You're showing less skin than in your cheer outfit!"

"Yeah, cause my dad's still home," Alexis said, rolling her eyes as she pulled the sweater off. "He thinks we're studying together!" Under the sweater, the young blonde revealed a lean but sexy frame, complete with "C" cup breasts practically spilling out of the top of a corset vest. Alexis was a little taller and leaner than Madeline, not quite as busty. "And dad's going out on a date tonight, so we can go to my place afterwards."

"Yeah, and you guys have that hot tub, that'll come in handy if we bring some black guys back with us," Madeline suggested, forcing a little nervous laugh as they set out, biting her lip as an image flashed into her brain of the two of them, pale and petite, surrounded by cruel and selfish negroes looking for sexual release and unwilling to take no for an answer.

Alexis didn't say anything at first as they drove through the darkness, and Madeline started to worry that she had offended her friend. 'Oh my god, what if Lexi is a racist?' she thought to herself.

But Alexis was the first to say something. "If my daddy came home and found us with some negroes, it would fucking kill him," she declared, and as they passed a streetlight Madeline could have sworn a knowing smirk was illuminated on her friend's face. Madeline didn't know what to say, and when they arrived at the Dexler residence and the two stacked blondes made their way to the entrance, Alexis had just one request of her best friend: