The black Camaro was not going at a slow speed where
it would be easy for one to follow. Cutting in and out
of traffic, the Camaro sped up to its destination.

Behind the Camaro, a silver VW sped up to weave in and
out of traffic also. Going about five miles, the cars
crossed the tracks to the `other’ side of town, the
seedy side of town. The Camaro turned into the parking
lot of an old rundown apartment building. The silver
VW pulled into the stall to the right of the Camaro.

The engine of her car still running, Cindy put her car
into reserve gear and was about to get herself out of
there. Then she was shocked when the occupant of the
Camaro got out of the car and paid her no attention.
She watched the large black figure nonchalantly walked
up a flight of stairs and enter an apartment. A minute
went by and Cindy kept starring at the apartment door
where the black figure had disappeared into, then she
turned off the ignition.

Getting out and locking her car, Cindy looked about
the rundown complex and the eyes of some young black
teenagers starring at her from across the lot. She
slowly made her way up the flight of stairs and
knocked at the door.

The door opened with the familiar black face grinning
at her plight. She nervously stepped into the dirty
apartment unit as her greeter walked to refrigerator,
leaving her standing alone at the open front door.
Perspiring from her fear, Cindy closed the door behind
her and walked about the litter strewn apartment.

As she gazed about the apartment, Cindy felt a large
body behind her. A large black hand came around from
the side holding a cold bottle of beer for her. She
accepted the beer and coughed at the bitter taste of
the beverage, not having had any type of alcohol
before. Her conservative upbringing, plus the fact she
was not of legal age to drink, Cindy had always obeyed
the rules and laws. But on this night, she took a
large swallow of the bitter brew, then another to calm
her nerves.

From behind the young beauty, Billy reached around her
and the beer was set down. Billy smiled as he stood
behind the frightened young beauty, whose shoulders
showed her panting in both fear and anticipation. He
loved the way this petite beauty had dressed, like a
sophisticated young lady. Cindy had dressed in a crisp
white blouse, yellow skirt, and white heels. Her
creamy white skin, without nylons, made her trim legs
even sexier.

Billy stood nearly a foot and half taller than this
beautiful little bitch, who had fallen to the mystique
of the need to see if the black man myth was really
true. He looked down at the lovely beauty shaking in
fear and anticipation of his first touch. His light
caressing of her trim arms sent an obvious shiver
through her entire body.