Truth be told, her shop did most of its business online, and half the people who came to them physically did so because they didn’t want their order... delivered at home. That and your usual gaggle of high schoolers thinking they were so bold and mature because they dared to come into a sex shop. The person who came in fell in neither of those categories. This girl had long, intensely black hair that flowed freely down her back. Intelligent eyes framed in a fresh face that lacked a tan. Her body. I was nervous, excited, and thinking what should I say? do I really want to do this? what if my family and friends found out? I told him no one could know. He told me not to worry about that, he would take care of me. He told me if I really wanted to do this, to meet him at an address on Troupe Street here in Valdosta.As I drove to the address he gave me, I was nervous but so excited. Questions kept running though my mind, was I really going to fuck a black guy I just met? Should I go home? Am. She is a bit money hungry and letting her know of a potential windfall will motivate her to come with her husband, so their entire family will come. I don’t dare tell her that, other than a few heirlooms, most everything goes to Grandpa.Nobody had to be told. Everybody showed up at my place for the morning ride to school. They have learnt that it doesn’t matter if I am going or not, the ride is still on. Having them show up like that forces me out of bed. I’m glad because I would have otherwise. I missed you.”Her arms tightened around Margaret as Alexander approached and sat on the nearest sofa. “What is he doing here?, she whispered. “Is he going to hurt us?” “Are we safe?”The questions tumbled from the dazed Amy. Suddenly, Amy realized that she was laying in her own piss. She released Margaret, jumped up and ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Her racking sobs could be heard clearly by both Alexander and Margaret.Margaret walked to the bathroom door, knocked and entered.