only one set of feet were seen. Shay’s pretty little brown feet.
He knew he had to be quick, and he was. He slung open the thick, white curtain,
covered her mouth with one hand, and began choking her with the other hand, her small,
naked body immediately disadvantaged by the shock of the surprise attack.
“You bitch !” he said in an angry whisper, and he began unzipping his pants. Shay tried
to fight him off, but he was too big and managed to push her so hard against the back of the
stall that she felt as if she’d been knocked breathless.
But she kept fighting. She wiggled and fought, forcing his hand around her neck to
constantly ease and then tighten, ease and then tighten, as he kept attempting to unzip his pants
and pull out his penis.
When he succeeded, and Shay felt his rock hard penis against her back, something
happened to her. She was no longer fighting for her freedom, she felt as if she was fighting for
her life. She threw herself down to the shower floor, causing his grip to loosen and the hand
over her mouth to slip. She screamed from the top of her lungs, and began kicking and
fighting him with all she had. He attempted to re-possess her, to grab her by the mouth and
throat again, but he had lost that element of surprise. It wasn’t easy this time, because she was
fully alert now.
Hector knew her screams had been heard and he was done for now. But not before
teaching the bitch a lesson, he thought. He slammed his fist into her face, her stomach, and
attempted again to force his penis into her vagina. But she wasn’t a stationary target. She
wasn’t a surprised damsel. And before he could readjust, before he could get his second wind,
his time was up.
Women came rushing in, some with weapons like a bat and a golf club, others with
their own sense of curiosity, and they immediately fought him too. A few men visiting on the
floor came in too, and it was over. Hector was dragged off of Shay, and taken down. And
Shay, stunned, angry, and in great pain, eventually passed out.
***
The President’s ball was top flight all the way, but Matty could hardly contain his
boredom. Alex was gorgeous, in her Dior gown and jewels by Tiffany’s, looking so stunning
that Matty found himself amazed by her beauty. The older she became, the more beautiful
she became. And he wondered, not for the first time, why she couldn’t find herself somebody
else to take her to this retreat.
But he knew why. She didn’t want to give him up completely yet, either. Their
relationship had been too long to be that easily severed, although Alex’s actions, particularly
with football coach, certainly hastened their end. But he’d already told her, on the drive over,
that this would be it for him. He was in a new relationship, he announced, and was going to
try and make it work.
Alex had behaved as if she was pleased for him, she was always a master at that, but
Matty knew her too well. She was hurt by that, which only hurt him even more. But what
was he going to do? Alex’s own behavior drove him away, and Shay was his lady now. And
nothing or nobody was going to hurt Shay.
Alex’s humiliation, however, was just beginning. First Peter Dial, the school’s head
football coach, arrived at the retreat with a gorgeous woman introduced as his brand new wife.
Matty was across the room when the announcement was made, and he hurried to Alex’s side.
She was unable to hide her pain this time, and Matty smiled and whispered in her ear
for her to never let a man like that see her vulnerability. She therefore laughed, as if Matty had
just told her a major league joke, and continued the façade of being totally unfazed.
But not long after that shock, she received another one. It was shortly before midnight
and she and Matty were in a small group of administration types talking about ways to make
Franklin as well known as Howard or Morehouse. Stockard Blanchard, the college president,
came up to the
He knew he had to be quick, and he was. He slung open the thick, white curtain,
covered her mouth with one hand, and began choking her with the other hand, her small,
naked body immediately disadvantaged by the shock of the surprise attack.
“You bitch !” he said in an angry whisper, and he began unzipping his pants. Shay tried
to fight him off, but he was too big and managed to push her so hard against the back of the
stall that she felt as if she’d been knocked breathless.
But she kept fighting. She wiggled and fought, forcing his hand around her neck to
constantly ease and then tighten, ease and then tighten, as he kept attempting to unzip his pants
and pull out his penis.
When he succeeded, and Shay felt his rock hard penis against her back, something
happened to her. She was no longer fighting for her freedom, she felt as if she was fighting for
her life. She threw herself down to the shower floor, causing his grip to loosen and the hand
over her mouth to slip. She screamed from the top of her lungs, and began kicking and
fighting him with all she had. He attempted to re-possess her, to grab her by the mouth and
throat again, but he had lost that element of surprise. It wasn’t easy this time, because she was
fully alert now.
Hector knew her screams had been heard and he was done for now. But not before
teaching the bitch a lesson, he thought. He slammed his fist into her face, her stomach, and
attempted again to force his penis into her vagina. But she wasn’t a stationary target. She
wasn’t a surprised damsel. And before he could readjust, before he could get his second wind,
his time was up.
Women came rushing in, some with weapons like a bat and a golf club, others with
their own sense of curiosity, and they immediately fought him too. A few men visiting on the
floor came in too, and it was over. Hector was dragged off of Shay, and taken down. And
Shay, stunned, angry, and in great pain, eventually passed out.
***
The President’s ball was top flight all the way, but Matty could hardly contain his
boredom. Alex was gorgeous, in her Dior gown and jewels by Tiffany’s, looking so stunning
that Matty found himself amazed by her beauty. The older she became, the more beautiful
she became. And he wondered, not for the first time, why she couldn’t find herself somebody
else to take her to this retreat.
But he knew why. She didn’t want to give him up completely yet, either. Their
relationship had been too long to be that easily severed, although Alex’s actions, particularly
with football coach, certainly hastened their end. But he’d already told her, on the drive over,
that this would be it for him. He was in a new relationship, he announced, and was going to
try and make it work.
Alex had behaved as if she was pleased for him, she was always a master at that, but
Matty knew her too well. She was hurt by that, which only hurt him even more. But what
was he going to do? Alex’s own behavior drove him away, and Shay was his lady now. And
nothing or nobody was going to hurt Shay.
Alex’s humiliation, however, was just beginning. First Peter Dial, the school’s head
football coach, arrived at the retreat with a gorgeous woman introduced as his brand new wife.
Matty was across the room when the announcement was made, and he hurried to Alex’s side.
She was unable to hide her pain this time, and Matty smiled and whispered in her ear
for her to never let a man like that see her vulnerability. She therefore laughed, as if Matty had
just told her a major league joke, and continued the façade of being totally unfazed.
But not long after that shock, she received another one. It was shortly before midnight
and she and Matty were in a small group of administration types talking about ways to make
Franklin as well known as Howard or Morehouse. Stockard Blanchard, the college president,
came up to the
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