JuicyJuicy Robinson was the color of sweet black licorice, of a charcoal briquette soaked in lighter fluid and no one was going to make her feel like she wasnt the sexiest thing aroundnot the white people that her mother had taught her to distrust and certainly not the homeless white man that has been watching her from the alley. Juicy has issues, having grown into a woman that is filled with anger and a distrust of whites instilled in her by her mother.