The Hood!

Emma asked one of the remaining passengers if the bus went to the hood. "I don't want to go to the hood!" Emma thought to herself. "Oh yes you do!" that other voice in her head told her. "You want to become a pregnant crack whore. The only way to do that is go to the hood."

"Yeah" said the passenger. "The final stop is in the hood. What you wanna go there for, you crazy white bitch?"

The other answered for Emma. "I want to go there so I can become a pregnant crack whore."

The passenger shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Nice set of lofty ambitions you have there, Lady."

Emma put her clothes back on and waited for the bus to finish its journey. Finally the bus pulled into a station. A group of six black youths stood on the platform where the bus came to a stop. They got on the bus after the driver left. They looked at Emma with lust in their eyes. Emma smiled seductively at them. The tallest one walked up to her. "Lady, do you know where you are?"

"Yes" answered Emma. "I'm right where I want to be. I'm here to become a pregnant crack whore."

"Lady, do you feel all right? Do you know what you're saying?" the young man felt her forehead. No, she wasn't running a fever.