TONI LEE

"Them you will have reason to remember me, Valerie, her lips curled in a amalicious smile,

answered Just as

I will have reason to remember all of you," and she continued her grueling work.

"Help! Help!" the girl cried out, by now crazed with pain, that had reached the threshhold of bearability. But Valerie did not stop, until Sylvia finally passed out from the agony.

The reason no one had come to her rescue was what had happened in the next room. While Sylvia was busy with Valerie, Grace and Joan went out for a walk, sensing that their friend wanted to be alone with Earl.

Barbara had always found black men to be exotic. Their origins in a strange and secret continent, their near perfected muscular structure, the hugeness of their sex organs all had played their part in her fascination.

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Barbara felt that men were like wheat. The more polished they were, the they lost. And black en were so unpolished. They were rough and virile, in a primitive sort of way, which after all, qualified them, in her thinking, more than any other, for the primitive art of sex. She had never gone out with one, however, being sheltered from childhood and now at the Dade School for Girls. And so, when so splendid a specimen like Earl appeared, she was not going to let him go, without proper experimentation. She could see his rippling muscles, through his shirt, that could hardly fit ever his buiging biceps. His chest was broad and tapered down to a slim waist, hardly wider than hers. She began to day dream of his long black instrument. She had always heard that black boys are bigger than whites. She began to envy Valerie Dickens, who had just drawn enjoyment out of Earl, That old prude probably did not even appreciate it. On her, it was a waste. She saw the way Earl looked at her, that he liked her. He could not seem to take his eyes off her breasts, that remained

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