A short time later he came out and pulled Janice from the bed. She was like a rag doll as he stripped her clothes off and led her into the bathroom.Th... bathroom was lit in the glow of a dozen fragrant candles. The large Jacuzzi tub was filled with a steaming bubble bath.Janice stepped into the steaming water and settled down with a moan of pleasure. Tim handed her another drink, then leaned over the tub, and gently began to bath her. At one point he looked at her face and smiled. "I love you,". She was a stone cold freak, sex to her was like breathing, and it had to be done in order to live. She loved Black guys, which were the only guys she would have sex with. She grew up like I did, not around Blacks. She said she had sex with her first Black guy her senior year in high school. She was at a party when one of the basketball players at the college showed up. She said she was drunk and all over him, one thing led to another and he fucked her in her car parked in front of the party. It. ’ He said. She smiled and got in the car. ‘It’s twenty for a blowjob. If you want more, that’ll cost more.’ She said. He looked at her. ‘I’m dying. How about one on the house?’ He said as he looked at her. She pulled her tube top down, exposing her 36D tits. ‘Sorry sugar. No freebies. My pimp will take it out on me.’ She said. He looked at her and instantly felt more sorry for her than for him. ‘Well, tell you’re pimp I just drove off, pushed you out of the car or something.’ He said, trying to. So that was what they did. The crooks then returned to their normal activities as if nothing had happened.We returned to our original time at the Atlanta office and called Mrs. Hawthorn to ask her if we could come see her with some news. She asked us to come by as soon as possible, so we waited an hour and TPed to her house. A servant met us at the door and ushered us into the living room. Over coffee and Coca Cola, I gave Mrs. Hawthorn the story up to her husband's death; I asked Alice to.