"Come see this bedroom."I followed her."Honestly, you have plenty of space for all your stuff. Might benefit from a shelving unit or two. That'll free...up floor space. D'you have any idea how many GUNS you have in here? And this pile of bullets." Ammunition," I corrected. "A bullet is a very specific part of a round of ammunition." Everybody says 'bullets'. I know what a bullet is." She crossed her arms."Then don't assault my ears..."Giggle. "I'm gonna have to tag on a 'Grammar Nazi' surcharge.". A lot of the problems were from rape victims who were so afraid of men that they refused even to go unaccompanied anywhere in public. It appeared that there was a gang of rapists who were preying on the freshman girls at the high school. Nobody knew who they were, but it appeared to be sort of a fraternity that made attacks with four or five boys attacking a girl who was somewhere alone. So far, any girl with a date was safe, but a girl alone was just a victim waiting to be discovered. I. "Wonderful! Now the music is gone as well." She groaned.She glanced around, saw a large rock on the shore of the lake and decided to rest before she began her return trip up to the opera house. Gathering the bottom of her cloak about her waist to avoid wetting it in the lake, she sat on the rock. Carefully, she removed the obsidian from her pocket and placed it on her lap. The dark stone glittered like a huge black diamond in the pale light of her candle."This is amazing! It looks like someone. Lashawn, tho very educated began to ghetto talk Tara. Tara love to be trash talked, like she was being abused. He grabbed her by the hair.?Suck dat fukin cock, yo piece of white trash.? ?Brotha, fuck dat white trash bitch.??Fuck her hard, yea dats it, pound dat fucking white ass.?Tara was out of her mind. She loved the black abuse. She new it was role playing but she loved it and wondered sometimes how much the guys had to role play and how much??..Marcus was screwing her hard, slapping.