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JULIETTE PULLED UP HER JEANS without glancing back at the boy she had just finished having sex with.
She wanted to get out of the boy's place of residence as quickly as possible without any drama, problems or him talking or asking for her information.
This time she had taken the time to drive behind the boy to his place of residence which meant her car was right outside and waiting for her.
"Where's my shirt?" Juliette muttered, her eyes scanning the dark wooden floor for the article of clothing.
A light flicked on in the hallway, causing Juliette to look up in alarm and then back at the boy, "What the fuck? You said that you lived alone."
He sat up, revealing shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes, "I did? I don't remember."
Juliette rolled her eyes and then walked over to the corner of his room where she finally spotted her shirt.
The door swung open to reveal a middle-aged Caucasian couple.
"Ryan!" The woman put her hand on her mouth at the sight of Juliette standing there in the corner, her baby blue tank top only half on and covering her breasts, "Who are you? Why are you in our son's room?"
"Mom," Ryan stood up from the bed, "Take a chill pill, okay?"
"How can I with this-this-this-?" The woman sputtered and Juliette raised an eyebrow at her.
The man coughed then glanced at the box of condoms clear on the nightstand, "We respect your right to choose who you wanna be with son, but under our roof, we cannot allow-."
Juliette burst out laughing, "I don't want to be with your son. That is not what's happening here."
Then Juliette saw it.
Behind the couple and in the hallway, Juliette could see a medium-sized confederate flag framed behind a glass panel on the burnt orange wall.
"Oh, shit. Oh, fuck no. Don't tell me I fucked a racist." Juliette groaned as she pulled her still-straightened black hair into a ponytail then put her phone in her back pocket and her car keys in her hand, "I need to remind myself not to hook up with white boys ever again."
"Woah, woah, woah," Ryan put his hands up, "It's just a little southern pride. You're from the South too, I'm sure you can understand that."
Juliette gave Ryan her usual deadpanned, 'are-you-stupid' expression, "You've never been with a black girl, have you?"
