He shot Samantha, too. She’s in surgery.”“Hold on, brother. I’m on my way.”We learned more on the news than we learned from the police. The ...olice had very little to say to us because we were neither victims nor witnesses. They only said they would need to speak with Samantha as soon as she was able. Doctors told us that they were keeping her asleep for a day to let the stitches set and keep the arm immobilized. We sat with her in her room, alternately kissing her hands and weeping. The six. His legs were really worked out and they were pretty hairy in contrast to his upper body. He was so fucking masculine standing there. I was ready to let him do anything. I think he sensed this. He didn’t say a word. He just picked up the paddle and moved behind me. I felt a whoosh of air followed by an incredible crack of wood against flesh. My flesh. A lightning bolt of pain shot through my ass followed by another. And another. And another. He wasn’t giving me any kind of warm up. He started. I could imaginate his big black cock ramming her tight pink pussy as they fucked the night away in some bed. Later I found out the black man's name was Dustin, and that just about every week, he would be there trying to pick up some white whore to fuck. It was then that I finally came up with a brillant plan. Since the bartender seemed to know this Dustin quite well, I ask him if he could possibly arrange a date between this black man and a certain Heather Smith to meet at her house on a given. She’d fought for control of her facial muscles and she didn’t really mean to do it but she felt – and knew exactly how she’d looked at that instant. She’d smirked and walked out. It was one of the reasons that she’d hated herself ever since, because unlike her mother’s kind, she’d actually loved Chris so much that it hurt – and that was before all of this. She remembered how often she’d had to wipe tears from her eyes as she’d driven to a motel in another town and cried for three days. After.