"You took a pretty good lump," he frowned and I caught his eyes for a second and they were green, darker than his jacket, and warm with a little gold....He wasn't so old, but strong and confident and his hands were gentle."She's crazy! She tried to kill me!" the hunter was saying. "Look at her, she's nuts! You oughta handcuff her, not me!" Quiet," the man said over his shoulder then he looked at me. "What's your name?" he asked and when I didn't say anything, he spoke again. "I'm Frank, okay? I'm. I was a good student. Sometimes lazy, but mostly good. The bad thing was I was not looking forward to making new friends, which comes with the territory. Then, I looked up at the cheerleaders. One particularly took my attention away from the rest of them. I stared. She was in the front. Her smile was beautiful. She looked so bubbly. She stayed on my mind that whole night. This was not the last time I saw her.The cheerleader (I eventually learned her name was Cecily) had sixth period with me.. ‘Jesus Christ!’ he thought, ‘Now what was I going to do with her?’He got some rope, located his knife and tied her up. Maybe she had some information about what the two of them were doing there and if there were any more. He tied her to a tree and knelt in front of her. She was a tall girl, maybe about five ten; slender and very pretty. She was light skinned for a black girl; very light for an African, and he wondered if some of her ancestors might have been white. It wasn’t unusual back in the. Oh, princess, theyre beautiful! he says, moving his face closer to them. Im gonna make you feel so good, darlin, he says, darting his tongue against my right nipple, making me jump. I sigh again just as his other hand grasps my titty hard, squeezing the life out of it, it seemed. I didnt really mind, it actually felt really good! Instinctively, my hand goes to my crotch as I remove the robe that was still on me. I lay back, exposing my whole body to him. I could feel him shiver with.