Empathy finally worked some sense into his trauma driven anger. If he was in worse pain, I would drive him to an ER but not deep in downtown. A pool of vomit lay near his head, and his hair was half soaked. I held Leland while George quickly toweled the man’s thick legs and broad feet. I kin take it!” His words were beginning to sober. “And kicked – at least that’s what you told us.”
“Ain’t no fool like an old one.” The fat black grunted. “This is the right step for me to take. Leland woke up enough to stand shakily under the hot flow of water. He was a mess: bloody nose, scraped elbows, palms, and knees,… The drunk yelled again but repeated his claim to be able to ‘take it.’ The truth was, Leland was too injured to fuck up against me. Leland cried out. That night the fact seemed more important.”
“Hae Whyht Slut, don be leev’ meh inuh-lursh! I held Leland while George quickly toweled the man’s thick legs and broad feet. “You can’t risk it. “Where the fuck is this?”
“It’s the Shade Palm, Leland.” I told him. I became a predator then. “Use his dick on me, George, wreck my cunt with it!” My knees drove black meat up my stretched pussy, again and again.
