I wake. For a moment, I'm confused, surrounded by complete darkness. Then I begin to panic. I'm trapped, face down against a hard-flat surface. It ends just below my stomach. A round ball fills my mouth and drool drips down my chin. My arms and legs are pulled down, held in place below me. I continue to struggle, trying to break free, but I can barely move.
Place: an alley in a big city, somewhere in the northern Midwest of America. Time: a cold winters night, and it happens as you read. Players: a young runaway black girl and a rough bigoted man. Situation: Rape. This is a violet story about the rape of a black girl by a racist white man. I don't think it requires much explanation. If you like such stories, read it, if you don't pass it bye. If you're looking for a sappy romantic fuck, this isn't it.
This is a sequle to Charley Ace's story "She wouldn't Would She?" A few months ago when I wrote to compliment the story he said I could write the sequel I had in mind. Again he has to trust her to do the right thing even though it's for a different reason.