Standing up, he looked into the reflection of a mirror near the bar. The face staring back at him was none other than Evette's. The sound of a crack e...hoed and Sam spun around toward the muffled *thump*. As the eight fell, so did his heart. A bright light washed over him along with a wave of dizziness, and when it passed, it was not Evette's face that met his, but that of Willie Harrell. "Well, Sam, looks like you spoke too soon." Willie said, grabbing Sam's jaw as he gloated, "I get what I. . black dick! Feels so ... good!" That was soon followed by an endless series of moans and screams without making an sense as Dwane fucked her hard. The sound of their flesh slapping together was almost as loud as her screams. He was like a crazed a****l fucking her as if the world was going to end. And he kept it up for several minutes and she enjoyed every moment of it. "Ah shit!" Dwane yelled out. "Going to cum ... gonna cum deep in your tight white cunt! FUCK!" He screamed as he slammed. I arrived at his doorstep at about eight o'clock.I rang the doorbell. However, before the sound had died out, the door opened, and he was there. He invited me in. I declined. "I listened to what you said yesterday. I hope you understand that I have many questions that must be answered and many issues to be resolved."He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. I continued, "I will be heading home today. I need to decide what to do." What will you tell your brothers? What about your mom?" I don't. TWO DAYS LATERToday I had to drive back to Gloucester to collect more components and while in the area I picked up a local newspaper to see if there was any report yet about a missing girl cyclist. It didn't mention a cyclist but there was her picture staring from halfway down page 4: "Concern Grows Over Missing Student". With trepidation I read on, it said there was concern about her safety since she was last seen in a very distressed state the early hours of Thursday morning last week. I felt.