Missy looked down at the newspaper lying on the passenger seat next to her; and scanned the columns of listings for apartment rentals; looking past the ones she'd crossed off. It seemed the places were either in neighborhoods she wouldn't be caught dead in or they were way out of her current budget. She leaned closer to examine one of the listings and she heard,--honk! "Woops!" She cried, and her car swerved slightly. "Guess I'd better watch where I'm going."

Things weren't going so good for her at the moment. Since the day her husband confronted her about having sex with the black man at their party last month, she had been out trying to find another place to live. Bill had told her to get out; he said he didn't want to be married to a black cock slut. 'I am not a black cock slut!' she'd cried, as he shoved her out the door.