Julia and Bianca

"How's Abubaker?" Julia asked. She and Bianca were in Elizabeth's pool at the end of the day. They were alone, and Bianca was never terribly comfortable being around Tom's ex-wife alone.

"He's .. he's fine," Bianca said. "He's really demanding."

"They all are sweetie. Dominance is in their blood," Julia said, sipping at her tea.

"I just think it's all too much sometimes. I mean, Tom is so sweet ---" she dropped off seeing the expression on Julia's face. "Okay, let me ask you straight off: why did you cheat on Tom? Why did you leave him?"

Julia sighed, her lithe, willowy frame stretching out in the pool, as she held onto the edge and did some kicks.

"Leaving him for Douglas was wrong. So wrong. You're right, Tom is a sweet guy. And yeah, he's a two-pump chump, but that doesn't make him bad in the least. Douglas was more ... malignant. He liked to watch things around him descend into flames, to see how far it'd go down. And then what, throw money at it? Just ... no."

"But leaving Tom in general had to be done. Because I was meant for more. And so are you, Bianca. He's a nice man, but he's the most boring, milquetoast motherfucker I've ever met. Ifyou marry him and bare him a child, he'd be calling you 'Mother' in a year," she said. She heard Bianca snort, a sign her monologue was scoring some points. "Hakeem ... sure he's dominant and aggressive, but I know my place with him. And I'm never going to be looking at some other bitch's house and say 'oh, I wish I was with that man.' Because I'm not. I've got a big black cock to suck on every night, I've got a man I respect and respects me, and I'd do a lot for that. I'd wear a hijab for that. I'd worship Allah for that. I'll bear the sticks and stones and prejudice. And so will you." They fell silent for a moment, as Bianca took that all in.

"So why aren't you and Hakeem married yet?"

"I promised Elizabeth I'd shepherd the flock before I meet my destiny, sweetie. So return that ring to Tom, and do your part."