Once you are clear of the gate, I'll have 'shoot to kill' orders issued to the guards in case you try to come back."Just so we understand each other, ...ave I made myself perfectly clear?" the Director glared."Yes, you deranged, arrogant son-of-a-bitch! Perfectly clear!" Jameson spun on his heel, glanced at Sandy with a pitying look as he passed her desk, and strode briskly for the elevator and the main entrance on the ground floor. He could feel the security cameras watching his every step.. Especially those Quebec women I meet in the city of Montreal. They act like they're into Black men when they see us in the clubs but they tend to switch sidewalks when they see us coming. What are we, bogeymen? I don't think that's cool. Not at all. If you're the type of female who gets nervous when she sees me coming just because I'm Black, I don't want to know you. Other Black men don't seem to mind the fake nature of White women. What's up with that? I caution my fellow Black men about these. If not for the leather straps binding my hands, I would have jumped into the ring, grabbing Saysa, and begin rutting her as had the big brown male goat.Yanked high up off the ground, my clothing cut from off my body. I hung there naked, aroused, nervous and sweating. Then all stopped as the chief took a clay pitcher and began the dousing of its contents on, around, and everywhere about my body. From which I began to moan, noting that all eyes were on me, I screamed once, a long and a terrorized. .." it grunted, over and over.Heather screamed and ran out of the shop. Other gas lamps were lit along the street now, and it was very dark. She ran toward the foot bridge...maybe her parents had gone back to the car?The bridge was gone, and the ravine it had traversed was too deep to cross without it. She could hear the rush of a raging river below. Where had the bridge gone?"Too late."Heather turned and the boy was there again, looking sad."What's going on?" she cried. Looking further up the.