Now, whitey, get-da-fuck out of those pants and remove your shirt from your scrawny bod, boy.”
Quickly, he stripped to his underwear. Tanking two steps at a time, he ran up the stairs to the booth and gathered his books, placing them in the leather satchel. XXX “Come on, cracker…” his head ached from the beatings. Something in the fog tried to warn him of some danger. The young woman straddled the young man and leaned down with the gun pointing at him. What minor crime occurred in the sleepy hamlet was of the misdemeanor variety. While terror clutched him, so his lust held him tight as well. Don’t turn around, or I’ll blast your guts out with this,” she jabbed him in the ribs with the barrel of a gun.
