I had made some copies of several pictures showing this little blond girl with two black studs. Several of the pictures showed her laying on the bed ...etween to two black men with cum running out of her pussy onto the bed. I loved this one in particular! I was so carried away that I left one of the pictures in the printer.The next night Windy confronted me with her find.“Robert, what is this?”, she asked, holding up the picture that I left in the printer.“Well, my dear, it looks like a. This is so not what I wanted, and I may end up going back to school. The one thing I won’t do is return to Ottawa. My family still lives there, and we parted on BAD terms. My parents, Ali and Maryam Ibrahim are Somali immigrants, and they’re very traditional. My mother doesn’t leave the house without her hijab on. She waits hand and foot on my father and obeys his every order. And she expected me to follow suit. Me? I’m different. I’ve always been the type of gal who asks questions instead of. I was definitely paranoid. Thanks to Jay’s crazy friends, he was able to get our “third party” for tonight through an escort service. I was hiding in the bathroom, checking myself out in the mirror when Jay called me. “Eva come here.” I stalled, pretending not to hear him. “Eva. Baby, come here.” “Okay, coming.” I replied with a lack of enthusiasm. I walk into the living room and to my surprise, there’s another woman standing there. “Hello, how are you?” “I could be better, but. You know I space out and look like I’m staring when I’m thinking.” We were at the campus library after classes doing homework and I was thinking about quadrilaterals.“Yeah, well, does Arabella know that?”Arabella Stevens was one of those girls you don’t want to be caught staring at. Everyone knew who she was and no one wanted to cross her. Rumor had it she was actually in a gang and had even shot a few people, but I wasn’t convinced. Yeah, she was a hardass, but something told me she wasn’t.