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Chapter Four.

Rollins College basketball coach, Parker, was somewhat nervous.

Jackson, the "Big Tree," should be heading towards the coach's office right now. The mere fact that this was

a good reason to be on edge. Jackson was a difficult person to deal with. He was unpredictable and often

erupted without warning. His anger stemmed from his belief that everyone around him harbored

ill will towards him.

Worse still, Coach Parker had a specific reason to speak with Jackson today. And this reason would

undoubtedly enrage Jackson.

When Jackson was angry, he often lost his temper and became extremely violent and savage. In a situation like today, someone

might be in danger of having two or three bones broken. Or, this foolish bastard would simply sulk. He'd act like a

pouting fish, refusing to speak to anyone, let alone cooperate with his teammates. This meant he refused to do

what Rollins College had hired him for.

This is about shooting an orange basketball with black stripes into

a hoop . Beyond the three-point line, Jackson could, from any position he chose, from any angle, bypassing any defenders

, and single-handedly send that damn little ball into the center of the rim without touching the metal ring.

Damn it, if this kid messes things up, Rollins will lose the national championship.

Only when Rollins wins will the kind alumni be generous with their donations. Only then will the academy's coffers keep overflowing with

donations .

Coach Packer wondered if those

alumni really cared about their alma mater's performance. But it seemed they did. Because when the team did well,

the donations were higher.

Rollins isn't a big school. Therefore, the administration decided not to waste its limited resources on the football team.

The return on investment analysis indicated that the administration couldn't expect any net return on the football team exceeding its investment.

Maintaining a competitive football team is incredibly expensive. The equipment alone is

staggering . This includes gear for every player: clothes, shoes , socks, helmets, groin protectors, shoulder pads, knee pads… not to mention the even more

expensive training equipment and fields.

And these players are all giants with growth hormones raging. Feeding these mongrels isn't something you can do with

potatoes . Beef prices have skyrocketed. A well-built football team can easily

consume two or three cows a season. (Of course, they eat raw meat, so you save on cooking costs.)

No… football is a non-essential luxury for schools like Rollins.

Basketball is different; it's a different animal. You don't need plastic armor to protect those idiots' testicles.

It's a so-called non-contact sport. (Although this definition,

like any treaty in the world, is just a piece of paper,) naturally, there aren't many other parts that need protection. And, for some unknown

reason, basketball players eat less than football players. Perhaps growing taller requires less energy than growing horizontally

? Coach Parker wasn't sure.

What Parker was certain of was that his gamble a few seasons ago was a major correct decision. His

team was now in the top ten nationally. Top ten, man.

That decision was based on Parker's astute observation. He discovered that all the other participating school teams

had Black players. Only his team was all-white (in fact, there were hardly any Black

students in the entire Rollins), and as a result, the other schools consistently crushed Rollins.

"We have to get some of those niggers," Parker observed cautiously. This

wasn't Rollins College's public relations officials were willing to publicly announce.

Despite widespread disapproval among alumni, Coach Pacter's team became a mix of Black and White.

Rollins offered full scholarships to talented Black teenagers, regardless of their academic performance. Previously,

95% of the college's fewer than 1,000 students were self-funded (equivalent to the

average American family's annual income), with fewer than 50 exceptionally high-achieving students from lower-income families receiving scholarships

. Pacter was quite proud of persuading the school to change its approach.

Athletics were already included. Pacter's job was simply to ensure that none of his "students"

chose any truly demanding subjects. All athletes lived in a special dormitory. They ate together in a

designated dining hall.

Other students could only see the basketball team practicing. Aside from that, they went back to studying their

obscure , ivory-tower-like liberal arts subjects,

paying no attention to this special class within the academy—who were actually their "classmates."

The noisy alumni of 1024xp.com also quieted down. Donations began to pour in again.

But now, "The Tree" Jackson had caused a huge mess. It was very likely that the entire school's reputation would be ruined

by him. Coach Pacquet was uneasy. He bit into another flowering fruit and swallowed the kernel without chewing it properly.

Pacquet's stomach 　　churned.

**********

...

“Yes, Melinda! We did it just like you described so bizarrely,

all the way to the bottom. His cock was inside my pussy. We fucked, fucked, until we both came.

Satisfied now?”

“Ew…”

“You don’t seem to believe me.” Judy could tell her roommate was still reserved.

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Nothing escaped Melinda's notice. Judy sighed and admitted, "If you really want to know the truth, I'll tell you:

it wasn't that exciting. In fact, I used every trick in the book to get him." Judy then

briefly described the events of the previous night.

"I told you so," Melinda said, shaking her head sympathetically. "That Jimmy is a nerd.

A fucking idiot. He's the kind of bookworm without a dick. You should go find a real man.

"

"Find who?" Judy asked, seemingly retorting, but actually testing the waters. "Find your drunkard William?"

"Hey, you really can't underestimate William. Sure, the only reason he got into Rollins is because his dad's

rich… but he has a great dick, which makes up for his lousy brain."

"Hmph, I suppose you're saying that based on firsthand experience!"

"Is there any other way?" Melinda said bluntly.

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"Hmm—maybe we should dress you up as a sadist. Put on a black leather bodysuit, high heels.

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"I say, let's go find some cocaine and marijuana first, get drunk, and then we'll talk. The weekend has only just begun…" 1024xp.com

"Hey, hey, hey... I'll lead the way. William told me they just got a huge shipment yesterday. It's in

the athletes' dorms."

Judy was astonished. "Athletes can't use drugs, right? They have to play. 　　" "Of course they do drugs. You don't think they study all day, do you?" 1024xp.com "William's a player too?" "Of course not. But he knows people on the team 　　. Listen to me, if you

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deal with 　　those 　　guys, you need an introduction. 　　" 　　********** 　　... As 1024xp.com 　　descended, Coach Parker's eyes bulged out. 　　Coach Parker was only 1.67 meters tall. That height is considered short even among ordinary people, let alone compared to basketball players. 　　According to some, basketball players are a new breed cultivated by humans. 　　Compared to them, Coach Parker was practically a dwarf. 　　"A tree." His height when standing barefoot was 2.10 meters. 　　There's also a saying that basketball players, although tall, are all thin, slender, and flexible. This impression is probably only held by those who sit in their living rooms drinking beer and watching NBA games on large LCD TVs. Their images on the flat screen might appear a bit slender. But in Coach Parker's eyes, they were all like giant redwoods. 　　Take Jackson, for example, whose nickname was quite fitting. His shoulders were so broad and sturdy they could support a bridge. Either of those large hands could easily grab Coach Puckter's skull and crush it like a sweet orange . 　　The coach landed and brushed the dust off his clothes. His gaze pierced the dust and focused on Jackson. He looked up from Jackson's chest until he saw "The Tree's" dark face. 　　"Look, Jackson," Puckter said. "You know, I've never been racially prejudiced." 　　"Oh, poor coach, who would think that?" 　　"The Tree" teased, expressionless. "All of us black guys like you and the other staff. 　　We're all happy to do our jobs well and bring honor to the school." 　　"The Tree" then put on a broad smile. 　　Coach Puckter returned the smile. Things were better than expected. He liked working with "The Tree ." He had a brief moment of doubt—was the guy playing him? 　　But he quickly dismissed that possibility. 　　He and Jackson had clashed time and again on racial issues. 　　And of course, there was another problem. Jackson's vice. He always liked to lift up the coach's t-shirt, grab the naked coach, and hold him above his head. But there was no need to rush to solve everything. Jackson would eventually be tamed . Ultimately, these guys were closer to the wild jungle than other educated people. 　　"Like I said, 'The Tree,' I'm not a fucking hardliner. But, damn it, you have to understand the social context that keeps Rollins running." 　　"You mean, the academy is a white man's world?" 　　"You could say that…" Coach Pact thought for a moment before answering. "Perhaps I should use a more subtle way of putting it. But you've got the gist. Those guys up there are a bit... uneasy." 　　"The Tree" smiled again, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

This only made Coach Pacquist more bewildered. Was this damn bastard playing tricks on him again, or was there some other

bigger problem?

"You're making those people nervous," he had to add.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Absolutely, Coach. I heard you perfectly. The people here think

it's terrible that you brought in a bunch of unruly black guys, right? But they don't have any other options. You

can't win by getting five white guys on the court and scoring. Right?"

"Listen to me, Tree..."

"Coach, my name is Jackson."

"Tree" said pretentiously, flashing his white teeth again.

Coach Pacquist thought of the small Southern town where he grew up. He wondered if the world still had a sound mind

. Then he continued, "Jackson...you have to be mindful of your...social standing here."

"Well, tell me, Coach. I never tire of lectures. What about you giving us poor

black guys a chance...to teach us how to face the world when we get out here?" Jackson said,

gazing reverently at the distant, mysterious horizon. He then grinned.

Coach Pacquet saw this. He thought, "You can never fool this guy."

"Jackson, you know it's true. You're at an elite university. A school you

could never get into, if not..."

"—Because of your fucking basketball team, right? Let me tell you, your lousy team

is worthless without me, 'Yoyo,' and 'Harp'! Am I wrong?" Jackson stood up threateningly

.

"Well..." Coach Pacquet muttered. "I wouldn't be so absolute."

"Really? Well...you try winning a game when I have a headache. Damn it. I'm

getting a headache right now. Yeah, Coach. I think I've got a headache. Damn it. I might also have

blurry vision, double vision. Damn it, you can't shoot when you have double vision. Can't I play?"

"Big Tree...uh, Jackson...don't get off topic. I brought this up..."

"You fucking bastard!" the giant yelled angrily, spitting all over the coach's head. 1024xp.com

"You want to teach me a lesson?"

"Watch your place, you black kid. Don't let me see another white woman in your room, or you're

in trouble ."

"Fine, listen to me, you despicable scoundrel: that bitch is with me to help me with my damn

homework! You want to know why? Because I don't follow your bastard rules, I

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"Can you fucking keep up with what I'm saying? Before I graduate and leave this garbage dump, I need to learn some

things you don't want me to learn. I need to have some skills. If I have to

play , fine. I don't care. I'm not proud of it. But if you keep

spouting that 'mind your place' nonsense, I'll shove you in the basket, you fucking idiot! Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Coach Parker was so angry he was grinding his teeth. His clenched fists were trembling.

"Fuck you black idiot," Parker cursed inwardly. He let his favorite vicious words burn through his

brain . It made him feel refreshed, even fragrant...the scent of jasmine soap. He shook his head to

clear his head and found himself covered in cold sweat.

"Oh, God. Jackson, you're rambling again," Parker managed a weak reply.

"Ha,"

"Big Tree" answered. "You too, Coach. You're too nosy. If you finally understand that

forcing things will only lead to defeat, and stop nagging about not being allowed to sleep with white women, we might work together more smoothly. Because

, as you've probably noticed, there aren't many girls on this school. The women in town are either maids or

cleaning ladies. That's what we're dealing with, that fucking 'social hierarchy' you're talking about."

"Alright, Coach. Stop messing with me with this nonsense! Got it? Otherwise, I might

really forget how to shoot. You can fire me all you want, send me back to where I came from, I don't care.

I'm used to it, I know how to survive there. It's just that you're helpless without me."

Jackson finished speaking, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Jackson, I haven't finished talking to you yet."

"Then do as you say, just don't include me in your calculations."

"Big Tree" slammed the door shut as he walked out of the coach's office. Coach Parker saw that the entire edge of the

windowpane

had cracked. He sat there grimly, thinking he had to find a solution.

"Look, all you need to do is roll up a marijuana leaf and put it into this little tube,"

"Yoyo" said, demonstrating to Judy and Melinda how to use the strange-looking device.

"Then you light it. That's it."

The thing "Yoyo" was referring to looked like a miniature model of a car exhaust muffler. Two thin metal tubes, about five millimeters

in diameter , extended from the ends of the "muffler's" large belly. The "muffler's" belly was a transparent

plastic box. "Yoyo" inserted a large, freshly rolled marijuana stalk into one tube, held another

tube in her mouth, and tossed a lighter to Judy.

"Light it," Yoyo instructed.

Even sitting at her desk in her dorm room, Yoyo's head was still almost touching Judy's, who was standing on the floor.

Melinda and William leaned against a nearby deckchair. It seemed Melinda was about to open a

book she'd only half-read. That book was William.

Judy flipped open the lighter and lit it, keeping the flame on the head of the marijuana roll until the butt glowed red. White smoke

was drawn into the fat belly of the "silencer."

"Yoyo" kept inhaling, the length of the roll shortening at a steady pace.

When the entire roll had turned to white smoke, "Yoyo" instructed Judy, "Take the butt out of the tube

and put this end in your mouth."

This gave Judy the most intense stimulation of her life.

However, the smoke in the fat belly was no longer hot.

She took a deep drag and held her breath as long as possible.

After just one puff, Judy felt her head spinning. 1024xp.com

Her lungs were filled with smoke. Finally, she exhaled the smoke, took a difficult breath, and asked, "

What stuff?"

"Top-grade Alaskan marijuana," Yoyo replied. 1024xp.com

Judy was deeply impressed, and within minutes her consciousness was also taken away.

"Ew," Yoyo said comfortably, leaning back in his chair. "There's a game tonight, so I need to relax a bit

."

1024xp.com Yoyo's nickname came from his role on the basketball court. As the team's forward, he

dribbled, passed, and orchestrated mid-range shots, making the basketball spin like a yo

- . He smiled as he took the "silencer" from Judy's hand, took a deep drag, and held it

until his eyes bulged out, reluctant to exhale. He held his breath for a while, then finally let out a painful gurgling sound before exhaling

. However, this time, there wasn't a trace of white smoke in his exhaled breath.

"We shouldn't waste any good stuff, don't you think?" he said.

Just then, the dormitory door opened, and another sleazy-looking black man strolled in. His shifty eyes darted around

the room , and he whistled admiringly, saying, "Look at all these beautiful women. God help me. God help

me."

"This is 'Harp',"

"Yoyo" introduced to the woman. William also chimed in, shouting to the newcomer, "Hey, playboy! Come on,

high five!" He held out his hand.

"Harp" casually extended her hand, brushing it against William's. She grinned sarcastically, saying, "Your high five

is quite impressive. But you still only have a soul like a dead fish."

"Oh, you guys are just a bunch of sports stars," William retorted.

"Bullshit!"

"Yoyo" scoffed. "Listen to this white devil. His father owns this lousy university, and he calls us

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"Harp" feigned a mental breakdown, "Who's a star?"

"Yoyo" laughed and chimed in, "That William kid said we think we're better than him because we have a 1024xp.com

soul."

"Bullshit."

"Harp" muttered, taking a big drag of marijuana. "I've lost my soul. They

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"Oh, really?" Judy interjected. "They really treat you differently?"

"Yes, dolls." The clearly mixed-race "Harp" complained. "They treat us like black people." "

Damn it, black devils." The dark-skinned "Yoyo" grumbled. "I don't think you were ever that fair-skinned. You really

should look in the mirror every now and then."

Harp stared at Yoyo, her face expressionless, her eyes filled with a cold light. No one

dared to predict how this attitude would develop. Would it lead to singing and dancing, or playing with knives and guns? Everyone remained silent.

Only Judy was incredibly excited, as it was her first time being so close to this unfamiliar race.

Facing these giants, she felt half fear and half excitement.

Harp's skin was light brown, without the short, curly hair and thick lips of a Black person. Well, perhaps she could stop

thinking of him as Black. And he didn't look that frighteningly large. At least not compared to Yoyo. Without

shoes and socks, he was only about 1.95 meters tall. But still tall. Really large. Hmm…

Judy began to fantasize.

It was huge. She wondered just how big it was. While she was wildly speculating, she suddenly felt another jug of marijuana

being handed to her.

"The Harp" was smiling at her. "This won't kill you, darling."

"Oh! Of course… of course not," Judy said hastily. She thought "The Harp" was teasing her, making fun of

her. She asked, "Am I making you laugh?"

"Ah… not at all, darling," "The Harp" replied, feigning seriousness. Then, with a smile,

he added , "Quite the opposite, you're teasing me, making me anxious."

Judy let his amused words echo in her mind. Finding them incredibly seductive, she

let them swirl in her head. After a while, Judy found herself unconsciously staring at "The Harp."

She was somewhat surprised, but didn't speak. "Harp" seemed to read her mind and smiled at her again

.

"Ah," Judy hummed. She knew she should say something, but couldn't think of the words. William and " Yoyo

" were preoccupied. They were doing serious business. It involved five packets

of Florida marijuana and ten grams of cocaine.

"Buddy," William asked. "You didn't mix it up this time, did you?"

"Yoyo" grinned and said, "You bastard, this is the same stuff as yours. They got me in the ball..."

场上生龙活虎。你想我会自己跟自己过不去？」「悠悠」看了一眼「竖琴」，对

他说：「这家伙总是占我的便宜。」1024xp.com

「是吗？」「竖琴」心不在焉地说，眼睛仍然盯着朱蒂。「我估计你必须教

训他几刀。」

「对，是应该。」「悠悠」赞同。

威廉以前也经历过这种事，不以为自己有什么真正的危险。不过还是舔着嘴

唇，有些紧张。

「悠悠」打开他桌子的抽屉，拿出一把刀刃有十八厘米长的匕首。1024xp.com

他用锋利的刀尖剔指甲缝儿。玩着刀，「悠悠」狠毒地看着威廉，给威廉一

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在墙上揍到现在已经有很长时间了。」

「嗯，现在也许不是时候。」「竖琴」想想说。

After a while, "Yoyo" agreed. "Hmph, we'll spare your life this time." With that,

she patted William kindly on the back. William's heart, which had been in his throat, relaxed, and he happily took another drag of marijuana. What

William might not necessarily be the marijuana he bought. Several "silencers" in the room took turns,

with one ready almost every five seconds, passed and shared among the addicts.

"You've smoked so many jugs, how are you going to play ball later?" Judy asked worriedly. She wondered why

the walls of the room seemed to be breathing, expanding and contracting. She also suspected that the large hand was doing something to her, perhaps trying to

crush her head into a rotten fruit?

"Heh, don't worry. Marijuana is nothing." "Harp" explained. "Sour is really fun."

"Are you referring to hallucinogens?" Judy asked in a low voice, filled with awe and fear.

"No, my little white sister," Harp glanced at Judy ambiguously. "I'm talking about

the acid in the batteries. Damn it, haven't you heard we're a bunch of stupid hooligans? We eat battery sulfuric acid for breakfast . And

that's when we're in a good mood."

"That's right," Yoyo chimed in. "If we get angry, we drink blood." "

I think you're just lying to me," Judy said.

"Ha, how awful. Harp, she dares to accuse us of lying."

"Fine, then, stand me up on the stool in the corner," Harp said to Yoyo. At the same time, she reached into a

bag and pulled out a handful of pills that were truly as colorful as the Milky Way. She seemed to casually pick out

three and swallowed them in one gulp.

"What are those?" Judy asked hastily.

"Harp" just shrugged.

"But...but..." Judy stammered.

"Life is an adventure. I'm just systematizing it." "Harp" stood on a stool, his head

no longer able to stand upright against the ceiling. He looked down at Judy, grinning at her with a row of white teeth.

"Why don't you come to my place?"

"Where?"

"My room. I have some Picasso prints. I think you might like to see them."

Judy looked up at the seemingly unapproachable giant. "What did you say?" she shouted at him, half out of

anger, half out of amusement.

"Harp isn't lying to you," Yoyo coaxed from the side.

"He does have Picasso."

"But..."

Judy's mind was a mess. She said "but" aloud, but in her heart she thought, what's the big deal? She

wouldn't be bitten just because of curiosity. Why wouldn't she go?

Well… there might actually be many important reasons not to go, but none of them

surfaced in Judy's mind at the time.

Judy found herself willingly following her instincts. A series of unfamiliar sensations drove her to stand up and turn to

give her roommate a sweet smile. Her roommate, however, was completely unaware of everything that had just happened.

Melinda was now sitting back on William's lap, whispering in his ear. William was still

haggling with "Yoyo," trying to buy some hallucinogenic drugs. Hearing Melinda's words, William laughed uncontrollably.

Judy turned and followed "Harp" out of the room. 1024xp.com

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...

"Damn it, if you can't even trust this, I'm speechless. Look, I invited a high-class white woman to my room. I showed her my Picasso collection. So she wouldn't think I'm just some low-class black guy. And all she could think about was my black cock, wanting me to fuck her bastard... 　　You just can't trust them... that's it... you fucking can't trust them." 　　Harp's incoherent rant went unheard by Judy. She was like Rod's wife (lo t,

Lode (a figure from the Old Testament, Abraham's nephew, whose wife

was turned into a pillar of salt for looking back when they fled the sinful land of Sodom) stared blankly at the naked "Harp," speechless.

Judy was stunned by the sight before her as she gazed at the intricate pattern of incredibly strong muscles on the Harp's back and chest.

His biceps bulged like African alligator pears, his broad pectoral muscles like two

concrete slabs on a sidewalk. His skin, like his face, wasn't dark but a light brown. It

stretched like glossy, elastic fabric across the bulging muscles.

Was she speechless, or was she simply daydreaming? It didn't matter. Nothing

could hide Judy's astonishment… nothing could suppress the sudden, burning

fire within her. She clamped her legs tightly together, not out of fear, but simply as a reflex. No, it

wasn't about self-protection, but about doing something to relieve the increasingly intense itching of her clitoris.

Something to stimulate it, to alleviate the extraordinary discomfort. Judy had lost her virginity last night. It was a masterpiece of her

manipulation . Judy felt a proud confidence because of it. She had conquered the first stronghold, and now Judy

was ready to attack another…

and more. As long as they dared to come. One by one, she'd devour them. One by one, all of them. Attention, dicks

, Judy was ready.

She had the ability to control every attacker, and to assault every controller.

Just then, Judy snapped out of her reverie and found herself involuntarily staring at "Harp's"

lower body.

"Now I'm wearing shorts and other clothes,"

"Harp" teased. “You can’t see much stuff.”

A flustered Judy managed only a quick “Ah!” before her face flushed like a brake light suddenly flashing. She stammered

, “I…I just…” but couldn’t form a complete sentence. Looking up at “The Harp,” she saw him rolling

a marijuana. Judy decided to stop rambling.

“Are you planning to make me keep guessing?” she asked bluntly.

“Hopefully not.”

“The Harp” said, lighting a fresh roll of marijuana and handing it to Judy before standing up.

Judy then realized that “The Harp” was also very tall. Damn, really tall…maybe it was just the marijuana distorting

her judgment.

Judy savored the marijuana while watching “The Harp” with relish. "Harp" shoved his thumb into

the waistband of his 1024xp.com shorts, grabbed the elastic band with both hands, and easily pulled them down, ripping them off in one go. And so…

well, damn it, the thing was still hidden. But at least now the whole thing was visible.

"Harp's" penis and scrotum were tightly encased in the sweat-soaked elastic briefs,

bulging into an awe-inspiring bulge. It was so large it was frightening; Judy's self-deception of "confidence" vanished instantly

. She regretted her overconfidence in putting herself in this predicament.

"You just can't take your eyes off my crotch, can you, little lady?" Never had a

woman aroused "Harp's" interest as much as she did now.

The more "Harp" thought about it, the more amused he became. Think about it, what kind of nonsense was this? He

hadn't . When she first walked in, he thought she was nothing more than a joke… or, at most

, assumed she was one of those girls who hung around the athletes' dorm every day.

They always sat there obediently, smoking marijuana and patiently waiting for him (or "Yoyo" or "Big Tree")

to finish and get into it before slowly fucking them. This one was different; "Harp" could tell at a glance she

was a naive girl who had never been fucked by a big cock, yet she insisted on putting on a challenging act. Fine, we

'll see .

Judy suddenly slammed on the brakes, reason telling her to pull back from the brink. At this time yesterday, she was still a virgin.

The reality she was facing now twisted everything precious about her past. She had to leave immediately. But she desperately

suppressed the urge to stand up and run away. No! Her heart was screaming: Stay!

Stay!

The reasons for forcing herself to stay were no more valid or absurd than the reasons for wanting to run away.

In fact, she told herself that the last thing she needed in the face of the situation was a "reason." 1024xp.com

1024xp.com "The Harp" effortlessly ripped off the elastic triangular bra strap protecting his lower body. He did it so easily and casually

that Judy didn't have a moment's doubt that a strange black man casually stripping

naked in front of her was unusual.

Suddenly, the size of "The Harp's" penis flooded Judy's mind. Like a grand piano thrown out of

a fifth-floor window, it crashed onto the concrete floor with a thud. She gasped for breath. 1024xp.com

"The Harp" smiled at Judy again. (To Judy, this was definitely mockery. This bastard had

never been serious about her!) He reached between his legs, scratched his scrotum, then casually stroked his

dark shaft a few times. (Yes, the dark, thick "pillar." Its skin was much darker than the rest of his body. These

two features proved his "nigger" status.)

While being pretentious, "Harp" kept studying Judy's face with a smile. He asked her, "You like this

thing of mine?"

"It... um... is impressive."

"That's right. But it only works for two people, and we two would make a great pair."

With that, "Harp" turned to leave.

"Wait!" Judy cried out. "Where are you going?"

"I need to take a shower." "Harp" laughed again. "Otherwise, you'll say I smell of sweat."

"Harp" then walked out the door, leaving Judy alone in the room, feeling lost, slightly dissatisfied, and

sad, but mostly extremely empty.

Suddenly, the "harp's" head poked its head in from outside the doorway.

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