33: Dating
Several years ago, I was dating a black man. As we were walking home one night, a police car stopped next to us. He rolled down his window, and called me over – and asked me if I was ok, if he was bothering me.
Several years ago, I was dating a black man. As we were walking home one night, a police car stopped next to us. He rolled down his window, and called me over – and asked me if I was ok, if he was bothering me.