She said, as she continued to cry.I still had my gun in my right hand against my thigh away from her line of site. I then said,"Look... I don't know y...u... but you got to stop this crying shit... right fucking now."She then looked up at me with tears in her eyes."The word on the street is that you're...ga... ga... going to kill my brother."She then busted into tears.Right there, I got annoyed. If this bitch thought she could come here to cry a little bit and make me feel sorry for her, she had. Besides, I think I'm tired of being able to control people. I miss... I miss having people who are my equals, shit like that. I just miss having real friends." I don't want to leave you," I said somewhat stubbornly. "I don't care what you did before. I don't know how to... how to... do anything without you. Come with me. We can make everyone happy you came back." It's not that simple, Tim," Joey sighed. "Come 'ere," he said, sliding over slightly to make room on the floor beside him.I sat down. Around 30 minutes later she called me again saying she was close to my house so I got ready made sure I brush my teeth ;-), right as I was putting some sweats on I heard someone knocking on the door so I went to open it and my gosh this woman look so smoking hot I tho she was a hooker.She was wearing a very tight skirt, with her hair straight nice blouse "I'm sure she fix her blouse before she knock because her nipple was showing" and some heels, I told her to coming in she came in waited for. Please let me know if you like it.First and foremost I would like to state that this story is true. Names and locations have been changed to protect the both the innocent and the guilty. That being said, this story takes place about 20 years ago during my junior year of college. I, back then, was a young African American student at a predominantly white small university. I was 5'11", about 175 lbs with a lean muscular sculpted sprinter's body. I had earned a four year ride here, and the hours.
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