No, Charlie, I haven't had lunch. Are you inviting me?"He grinned, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Hi, Tracy. It's just that you're about the last person in ...he world I expected to see. Would you like to have lunch with me?" I'd love to have lunch with you. Can I kiss you hello?" I'd like that."Tracy stepped in front of him and tilted her face up in invitation. As his lips gently touched hers, she put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth down onto hers making it perfectly clear that she. I hope his mother did not raise him to be superstitious, but who knows to what she attributed his facial deformity. Oh! I hope the bitch did not burden him with the horror of telling him his face is accursed. Shit! I know nothing of this boy and yet, I risk all by what I did this evening. And, conversely, I cannot bring myself to feel any true remorse for my actions. It does not feel wrong, in fact, I have never felt a thing to be this right. I must hold on to that premonition. I suppose, I. The one with too much on his plate will almost never get their part of the project done. Something else will always get in the way."I had this paper that I just had to get in to Professor XXXX and I thought that once I got that out of the way I'd have enough time to do the project I'm really sorry" or something like that.The one over their head will just look at you confused when you ask them how their part of the project is coming along.The one just wanting to get the class behind them will do. "Now watch her face," the black man said with a cruel sneer.Crawling on the bed between her spread thighs, he held on end of the yard stick and bent the other end way back. When he released the top end, the tip came down with a vicious ' "Thwrap!" over her open, exposed cunt lips and clit.Chris' eyes shot open, and her body danced in a wail of pain.The stick was pulled back again. Chris, in her tear streaked eyes, looked back at the man, shaking her head, and pleading beneath her gag.It came.