This follows A Perv Rewrites Halberstam Part Three. Somehow the program _f_u_c_k_ed up my posting A Perv Rewrites Halberstam, part four, so I've decided to rename and rewrite this entry to avoid confusion.
One of Hoover's fat little pink hands shot out and closed tightly around the handsome black marine's ear. The marine gasped more in astonishment than pain.
"I need to talk to you alone, boy," snapped Hoover.
"Yes, suh," said the Southern dingy boy politely. He untwined his arm from Alberto -- dark chocolate arm giving up golden brown arm. Yum yum.
Hoover dragged the marine out of the room by his ear. That dark chocolatey ear becoming darker as it was twisted. The hapless marine tried to keep up a military pace with Hoover's tug. Hoover scurried ahead with the odd little pansy shuffle that was his trademark. The nigra was going to be interrogated in the Lincoln bedroom. The feel of that wrenching hand on his ear, and the flutter of anticipation in the pit of his stomach, reminded the handsome dinge marine of his boyhood back in Georgia, when granny had sent him for a switch, and he had known that he faced a tortuous ordeal in the little outhouse out in the sweltering Georgia sun. Lincoln bedroom; the outhouse; same difference.