In her mouth and down her throat, yum, yum, yum. She aint happy with just one. Nigga, nigga, nigga cock crave white slut. This made me mad and I flipp...d them the bird, but I knew what they chanted, was true. This time on the bus, I didnt cry but smirked at what the little shits had chanted. This went on for the next few weeks. I was no longer offended by their chants. In fact I started to giggle now when they chanted. They could sense it wasnt offending me anymore, so they tried a new tactic. A. I had always been faithful and I just assumed that she was too.I can still remember how our friends had teased Laura and I when we first started going together in school. We looked like brother and sister. We were both slender and both 5' 11" tall with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Even I had to admit that we looked like siblings.But the important thing was we weren't. We were attracted to each other to the exclusion of all else. The sex was intense and plentiful and the pleasure. Cursing herself for her fear, Ruby sat for a moment, wondering at this man who had come from the darkness to save her from rape, or worse, and asked nothing but a kiss in return. She had never considered herself to be beautiful. She had always been considered ‘plain’, and ‘just one of the guys’ in school, with none of the boys she had known showing the slightest interest in her physically. She was the girl the guys would come to asking advice about how to get a girl’s attention. She was never. The place was sort of creepy, but I'd always had a stocky build that I felt kept most threats at bay. I parked, locked up and headed for the men's room. The bathroom was what one would have expected of a midwestern nowhere-town -- dirty white tiles lit by a single florescent bulb that was slowly but surely wincing out of existence, with broken glass mirror and an unholy stench to boot. I unzipped my fly and felt a shudder go down my spine as I finally relieved myself after so many hours. Midway.