As soon as I could get on my phone I texted him and said, “How would you like to be the first man to have me in my own home?" He asked, “When?” ... replied, “Monday.” He answered, “It’s on.” The next two days were filled with dirty texts about how he was going to ruin me and how good it’s going to be. He even told me to dress ready. Monday came and work was dragging on all day. I couldn't stop thinking about the night to come. This wasn't just sex. This was much more than interracial sex. Oh no,. "I think I'll cut you anyway; you'll look good with a stripe across your face!" He lifted the weapon, cruelly teasing her with it as he chose where to cut her. It was now or never. He flew from the doorway and kicked the thin man's arm skyward; the knife spiralled into the air, dropped and bounced down a hole in the boards. His look of absolute rage made the thin man take immediate flight; whoever he was, he did not want there to be any chance of his being caught in this situation. With his now. I think I did. I had certainly blown my wad in short order. Glancing at myself in the wardrobe mirror, I suddenly felt self-conscious about the way I looked. Getting up from my chair, I stood there for a moment staring at my physically odd doppelganger looking back at me critically."WWUHHHHRRRRAAAARRRR!" I growled suddenly doing my best angry Hulk impression before pulling off a Superman pose as I flexed my biceps theatrically.Oh, for the love of Mike. Yeah. Okay, dude. "Don't be a dick," I. I could have dropped off my bag, but chose to go see Jordan first. I noticed that Jordan's car was gone. Danielle probably had it. She didn't have classes as late as I did on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so she was probably at work. I ran upstairs and knocked on the door. It took several tries before I finally heard anything from inside. I tried the handle. It was unlocked.The lights were all out, but I could see well enough. I didn't know which bedroom Jordan had taken but there were only two. My.