."This deep voice could only be owned by a nigger; so I turned around and saw a huge nigger standing by a truck.My heart started pounding real fast at...the excitement when I noticed that his mate was also a big black stud.Without saying a single word, both black men grabbed me and brought me to the back of their truck near a stack of pallets. I was still shaking with excitement because I wanted these huge niggers to ravage me so badly.One of them told me they were looking for a fine married. She was hugely tempted to do a runner but to fail now what hope was there of success if she couldn’t complete an easy part of the master plan? ‘Come on you fool, open the door.’ Harry didn’t reply, the electronic lock clicked and she entered and walked to the elevator, her confidence returning. As she rode up to the seventh, Sierra looked into the mirror to attend to her hair, face and adjust the way her top was sitting thinking she looked gorgeous and could easily fall for her herself. At. It’s a popular tradition that Wyrd wouldn’t allow the Raiders presence to influence. This is one of the reasons my sister is so popular with the community.”The Count didn’t seem to care, he looked eager to leave. “Yes, nice. We are off. Thank you for putting in a good word to Princess Wyrd. I will attend to her wishes.” He bowed to the Captain and climbed inside the carriage. The rest of us nodded our heads to Minetos and followed the Count. Before I knew it the Count slapped his walking stick. Mr. Schmidt gave a brief prayer and then directed the two maids to cut up and serve the meal.The opening salvo from Mrs. Schmidt came as soon as Cecilia's plate was set in front of her. In a tone of sweet sarcasm she asked:"I suppose a nice turkey dinner is something new to you, so I hope you enjoy. Have you ever seen turkey before?" Yes Mrs. Schmidt. We used to go over to the YMCA and have turkey roll for Thanksgiving, along with all the homeless people. Mmm ... I'll tell you, there ain't.