But judging by the way her breasts were swinging with her every movement, hers looked quite real. Right now, beside her name and number, I was ready t... give quite a lot to see those darker nipples… The girls talked for a while and Julia introduced her friend as Chatayal, a name coming right out of an ebony fantasy (and what else do you guys think this is?). But despite her beauty and fantasy name, I was eager to leave and get away from this overcrowded pool: as it were, images of my cock. I made a weak protest but enjoyed the talk with her very much. After some time she took the grains and went to her house.This incident had given me much satisfaction and I felt that she may not be averse to me if I make a move towards her. I felt very much eager to touch her and see her reaction. So I waited for the opportunity.After some days, one morning she brought washed clothes and started hanging them for drying in the clothesline strung in the open terrace. I watched her doing this and. May I take your coat?" She said closing the door behind me.Her hands appeared from under her cloak causing the cloak to gape open. To my astonishment she was as naked as the day she was born.She looked me up and down and commented on my outfit as I handed her my coat and ticket.“Nice suit darling, shows off all your curves. Ah, I see you’ve selected treat, a wise choice. Please follow me.”She led me down the hallway to a side room, opened the door and ushered me in.I felt a sense of. I looked to my left as I passed the alley between the two wings of the Weismann Building and saw some stuff going down. Shit... !I rushed into the alley. Some dude was getting the shit kicked out of him. I dropped the bread and the six pack as I screamed bloody murder trying to scare off the three guys beating on their victim. One of the three rushed me. I swung the juice can at him and cooled him. Then one of the others pulled a gun. Oh fuck!“You hurt him bad,” someone said. I was shot. I knew.