.. These guys? They are black. They look like thugs!" I don't like racism at all, so please don't talk that way. Besides, I have always wanted to be w...th a black guy, or in this case, guy's." :)Before I could finish speaking to Gina, the bald headed black guy gets in between us and gets close to my face. He puts his arm around Gina and starts talking to me."Look at me and my boy, and look at you. Do you really want to see us angry? I promise you, it will not be pretty." Excuse me?" I ask.He. ” Well this tale of my is about two young girls that had one. The first girl Becky who’s only fourteen get to school late. Her foster father held her up again but she wasn’t going to tell that. When she entered the main office she found Miss Phoenix the principle of her school talking to a girl about the same age. Miss phoenix looked up. “oh Becky I glad you’re here would you mind show Miss. Clearstone to her classes today.” “If I do will I still have Detention today.” She asked with a little. “And this is my whore?” He said in a thick Jamaican accent as he stepped forward. Sonya trembled as he ran a finger down her cheek, across her neck and down to her breasts. His finger lingered over her erect nipple; even under all that material she could feel the heat from his finger tips. “And she is mine to fuck all night?” He asked Steve. Steve stepped forward and tugged on the sash of her dressing down. Sonya gasped as she felt the rush of cold air against her skin as it fell open. “Yours. But I couldn't quite remember." I loved you," said Daphne. "I was in love with you. I never said that to you, because I thought it would scare you. That was the worse-case scenario for me – that you would drift off to toy with some other girl's emotions and I would only see you around town or at the grocery store. I didn't even realize..."She was crying. Stupid Daphne, crying her eyes out to some girl who she knew wasn't really Rose, some sad stranger who was participating in this charade with.