They were on their way down to Connor’s family’s beach house for spring break. Julian Pella was just happy to be invited, as he was a bit more on ...he periphery of the friend group.The guy on his left was Anthony Peterson, a long haired hippie who provided most of the gang’s pot. Behind him sat Frank Smith, Connor’s nerdy roommate. He didn’t hang out with them much, but when he did he proved to be pretty fun.Julian thought about what must be going on in the car ahead of him, with two couples and. ‘Is there anything I can do?’ Mitch asked. ‘No…thank you, Mitch,’ Melissa said. She turned and started for the house. A short while later, Melissa sat at the kitchen table, mopping her face with a cool, damp cloth. ‘What on earth is wrong with me today?’ she thought. ‘I…I was leering at Mitch! Staring at his crotch! Look at the state I’ve got myself in! My God! I’m a grown woman, not some empty-headed teenager! I’m old enough to know better than to do something like that!’ She decided it might. She shot out of undergroundcarpark with little regard for pedestrians or other traffic and repliedto the cacophony of car horns with a raised finger out the driver'sside window.She used the clicker to open the security door and parked her car underthe condo building where she lived. She took the elevator to her one-bedroom apartment and locked the door behind her. The place wasfurnished Scandinavian style: simplistic, minimalistic and functional,featuring mostly grey and white furniture and. She gasped when his large battle scared hands closed over her delicate white shoulders.She never made a sound when the big black warrior picked her up in his massive arms and carried her to his pallet. Still silent as he pulled her clothing away in loud tearing rips. The fine linen shredded easily in his brawny hands.As he tore her clothing he glimpsed more and more female flesh. It had been many months since he'd ravished a woman. He had never had a white noblewoman before. It was a secret.