He finalizes the lunch date

Rot felt bad about blowing Joey off but Briana was five times hotter. Getting into Joey's tits would be welcome relief but just the idea of Briana wrapping her legs around him, maybe with her twin, Colleen, sticking her tongue up his ass, had his dick leaking in his jeans.

"Guess I won that bet," he whispered before raising his hand.

"Yes, Rot." Mr. Moss practically sighed when he called on Rot, but nobody else was volunteering to answer the question.

"I'd say that the theme of Othello is white male fear of their women being sexually pleasured by black males," Rot offered. "Sure Iago had the whole ambition thing, but it's the black-on-white action that really makes the play stand out. Shakespeare really went to the mats on this one, taking a stab at prejudice that still rings true."

Clearly Mr. Moss hadn't expected that answer. "Uh, yes, there is an element of race and prejudice in the play. But in a tragedy, we're looking for the fatal flaw and Othello's irrational jealousy--"

"Excuse the interruption, but who says Othello is the protagonist? Iago gets all the good lines and it's his ambition and prejudice that ends up getting him in trouble. And the audience gets the guilty sensation of having his prejudice validated."

"Wow Rot." Out of the corner of his eye, Rot saw sexy black cheerleader Rachel drag a fingernail down the outside seam of his jeans. "You've really thought about this racial angle. I thought, no offense, that you were, well, prejudiced yourself."

He grinned. "None of us are prefect but I sure don't see why someone's color makes them inferior... or superior if you know what I mean." He gestured toward his groin to make sure she understood exactly what he meant... and to give her a look at the hard ridge in his jeans.

Brianna was doing her best to keep her eyes facing forward but Rot could tell she hadn't missed his interplay with Rachel.

"So, Brianna, you ready to deliver me my milk?" Rot let his gaze drift down to the swell of her breasts, then pulled it back to her face.

Brianna turned bright red. "If you want chocolate milk, why not get it from her?"

"Whoa. Who's prejudiced now?"

"I'm not. I just--"

"Let's go have lunch."