At the current time, Cindy was dating a boy she’d
known from high school and was attending the same
college. Her parents were happy to learn she was
dating Ben, as he was of the same nationality and also
knew his parents. She and Ben dated often but it was
not an exclusive `steady’ as yet, though Ben wanted it
so. Cindy did not want to have things too fast,
wanting the relationship to build first. Ben had often
tried to kiss her or his hands crept up to her breasts
constantly but she quickly put a stop to any of his
intimate advances.

The next week Billy appeared at her teller cage again.
Frozen to the spot as she counted the money out for
him, large black hands touching hers again, Cindy’s
heart pounded in anxiety.

Billy whispered, “I’ll be waiting outside after you
get off work. Follow me in your car and I’ll make a
woman out of you tonight. Gonna give you some black
meat to chew on. Gonna pop your little cherry and fuck
the hell out of you all night. I’m gonna make you my
bitch tonight. Gonna let you feel a real man’s cock.”

It was as if Cindy was under Billy Campbell’s spell.
She had watched this abrasive black man leave the bank
and enter a black Camaro. Cindy nervously bit her
bottom lip thinking back at the crude remarks he had
made to her. She closed up her teller cage, telling
her supervisor that she wasn’t feeling well and needed
to take a short break. In the employee lounge, Cindy
picked up the telephone.

Calling one of her roommates, Cindy told her she had
to cancel out on her friends that night, saying she
would be out with workers of the bank and that she
would probably be out late. That if it got too late,
she’d been offer a place to sleep at another teller’s
apartment. After hanging up, Cindy pondered just why
she had done something crazy like that and that she
should call her friend back.

Breathing hard, Cindy did the final count of her
drawer to balance out for the day. She glanced up to
see the black Camaro still in the parking lot. It was
too late to call her girlfriend but she knew where
there were to meet and she’d just meet them there,
telling them she managed to skip out on the bank
employees. Then, as the fellow tellers were headed to
the door, she nervously followed them to the
employee’s portion of the lot.

As the other tellers pulled out of the parking lot,
Cindy saw the Camaro start up and exit via a left hand
turn. Biting her lip nervously, she started her car up
and approached the exit. The place her girlfriends
would be at was a couple miles down the road to the
right. She would turn right to join them. Stopping at
the exit for a few seconds, there were no cars
approaching. Unconsciously, she steered her car to the
left, stepped on the gas and was about a block behind
the black Camaro.