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 (Adults Only.  Copyright@Rama.  2013)





   Beach Mansion.  Day.

   The mansion didn't look any different.  The tall, dark and imposing
facade still looked as cold to Kacey as it had the day she had walked away
from it.  Funny how tings change.  She could remember how excited she'd
been the first day she'd seen it.  It had been a castle to her younger
eyes. But then, things change.  Appearances aren't what they seem.  And
people lie.  Kacey had been brought here to help her, but instead she had
been turned into a soldier.  A soldier in a war that could never be won. 
The grass around the mansion had been cut as the grounds were still looked
after by the company.  But the building itself had been left alone.  "I've
never been inside a mansion." Danielle said from the driver's side of the
car.  Kacey just sat there in the passenger seat looking at the building
that she once called home.

   "You want to see the inside?" Kacey asked, failing to hide the nerves at
being back here.  "You'll be disappointed."

   "What, a place like this?"

   The young white woman fingered the long, black metal key.  A thought hit
her.  Could she remember the code to shut off the alarm? 
Three-eight-h-g... Three-Eight-d-e...  Kacey slipped a hand into her coat
pocket and took out the folded sheet of paper.  She opened it and looked at
the note.  The words meant nothing now.  It was an apology that was
worthless.  She turned it over and found the code on the back.

   "You okay?" Danielle said quietly.  Kacey looked at the black woman as
she stuffed the old note back into her pocket.  The feeling of
disappontment was welling up again.  "If you want to wait until Corinne
comes back from Italy..."

   Kacey shook her head.  "No." Corinne had had to leave on business. 
She'd be back in time for the Kacey's first board meeting.  "No.  I should
have done this sooner." Kacey opened the door.  "You want to look inside?"



   Furrier Apartment Complex.  Day.

   It had happened again.  Another blank hole in her memory to wonder over.
Laura Petry kept the ripped blouse closed and had been thankful her skirt
was in one piece this time.  The first couple of times she had been near
naked and somehow had managed to make her way home without being seen by
anyone she knew.  She had learned how to handle these situations now.  She
had thought about calling the police but in all honesty she didn't `feel'
violated.  Strangely her body had felt....  Yes.  It had felt satisfied. 
There was a calmness in her mind as she had wondered about what happened to
her.  Laura had even figured a way to make sure she could get back into her
place now.  She kept a key behind a false bit of the doorframe.  It wasn't
obvious but it meant she shouldn't be locked out.  But so far she had never
lost her own keys.  Yet.

   The memory blanks had only really been happening for the last six
months. She could be at her desk in the lawyers' office where she worked,
or sitting in a bar, or just relaxing in a bath and the next thing she knew
she was snapping awake somewhere else in the city with her clothes ripped
or near naked.  Laura hd thought about going to a shrink but the truth was
she felt a little ashamed of what she might have to tell them.  She thought
she knew what was happening.  It came back to her in her dreams possibly.
This time she had been having a quiet drink at a bar with some of the other
lawyers when it had hit her.

   Laura got the key from her bag and unlocked the door.  Slipping into her
apartment, she let go of the blouse and sighed with relief.  The torn
blouse hung open, her bare, white breasts gently rose and fell as she took
some deep breaths.  Looking down she muttered a curse under her breath at
the sight of the ruined top.  She liked this one, too.

   And what the fuck happened to her bra?



   Beach Mansion.  Main lounge.  Day.

   The secret panel was open.  It was one of the various doors that opened
to passages that led down to the cave network under the grounds, where
Kacey had spent a lot of time growing up or it felt like she did.  The
blackness of the stone passage beyond looked cold.  It seemed to fit the
way she felt about those years now.  All wasted putting on stupid-looking
suits and following a fanatic.  How many times had she nearly been killed?
Too many.  And for what thanks?  Nothing.  They had to stay `secret'.  And
what had the effect on her been?  She could take on a grinning maniac with
enough weapons on them to level a building but put her in a social function
or even simply walking down the street and she couldn't stop feeling
nervous.

   Kacey heard the footsteps coming down the stairs in the main hallway. 
"Jesus, it's big." she heard Daniella Holmes voice as she hit the button
behind the bookcase again and watched the door silently slide shut.  She
walked into the hall and smiled weakly as she saw the black woman at the
bottom of the stairs.  It was more like a hall to Danielle's eyes as Kacey
led her into the room.  White dust sheets covered everything.  The mantle
above the large, empty fireplace was empty.  There was spaces on the walls
where there used to be paintings.  The more valuable items had been moved
into secure storage.  Now it just looked empty.  Souless.  Cold, even.  It
felt cold.  Kacey muttered something.

   "Hmm?" Danielle said as she looked out the tall windows that stopped a
metre from the ceiling.  The land around the house looked so quiet and
lifeless.

   "Just a house." Kacey was repeating to herself.  "It's just a house."

   "Must have been a bitch to heat."

   Kacey snorted.  "We were...." She about to say `always in the cave' but
stopped herself.  Danielle didn't know and besides that was a lifetime ago
now.  Or it felt like it.  "We were never that bothered about it." she said
instead.

   Danielle turned to her.  "So any idea of what you're going to do with
it?"

   Kacey sighed and looked about.  "Not a fucking clue." she said finally
and looked over as she heard Danielle gasp.  There was a grin on the black
woman's face.

   "My god, you swore." she said.  ` "Oh," Kacey felt her face burn up in
embarrassment.  "I'm sorry."

   "Don't be." Danielle told her as she walked around the room.  "It means
you're human.  I work with cops, you want to hear those cocksuckers."

   Kacey smiled, them laughed.  The first time she'd really let go. 
"Jesus." she said.  "I can't believe I wasted so many years here."

   Danielle walked up to the young woman.  "Look." she said, putting her
hands on Kacey's shoulders.  "I don't know what Alison's problem was.  I
know about the parents dying thing.  But you can't let that affect you.  "
Danielle looked around.  "It's just a house." she said.  "A big fucker, but
it's just a house.  And it's all yours." Kacey looked at the black woman.
There was a warm in her eyes.  "What you need to do relax and learn to
enjoy things.  You could try shoes."

   "I don't know..." Kacey smiled and felt a finger on her lips.  She felt
a charge as the dark skin stayed there and looked into the soft, warm eyes
looking at her.

   "I got the next few days off.  Tonight we are going out and have some
fun." Danielle looked at her.  "And you are going to do what you are told.
Or else you will be going across Auntie Danielle's knee."

   Kacey blinked as she resisted the urge to open her mouth and suck that
finger in.  "Yes, auntie." she smiled.  "I think we can go now."





   Laura Petry's Apartment.  Furrier Apartment Complex.  Day.

   The shower had felt good.  Laura felt clean again as she dried her
chestnut brown hair.  The phone had three messages from the office.  She
was running late again and would miss the first two appointments.  That
meant another talking to from the dick in charge of the accounts.  She
could hear it already.  Clients, yadda-yadda-yadda...  Professionalism,
yadda...  Must do better, etc, etc....

   What could she tell him?  Had a little black-out, sorry.  I slept in
after....

   After what?  What the hell did she do after it hit her?





   Beach Mansion.  Day.

   "Any ideas?" Danielle asked as she started the car engine.

   "Of?" Kacey asked, looking at the mansion from next to Danielle.

   "The house, what you'll do with it." The black woman eased the car
forward and turned the wheel.  "It's too big to go to waste."

   "I don't know."

   Danielle turned the car round in the wide driveway and started heading
towards the distant gate beyond the trees.  "Children's home, something
like that?"

   "Maybe."Kacey was still looking at it in the wing mirror as Daniella
picked up speed.  Going home, Kacey thought.  Not there.  Home.

   She didn't see the figure watching the car leaving from the large lounge
windows.  She didn't see him lick his lips then smile as the two words left
his mouth.

   `Hellooooo, Princess....'



   Laura Petry's Apartment.  Furrier Apartment Complex.  Evening.

   She slammed the door closed when she got home.  Final warning, that
little turd had told her.  Laura threw her briefcase down the hallway and
kicked the wall.  He wasn't even a good manager, never mind a decent lawyer
and he was telling her how to do things!  She had brought in money into the
firm and what had he brought, other than problems for everyone else with
his power trips.

   Maybe she should just quit and set up on her own.  Get some help for the
black-outs and become her own boss.  Screw all the little pricks like him.
Laura headed into the front room and poured herself a glass of vodka then
added a twist of lime to it.  Emptying the glass she started making a
second one when the thought came to her.  "Yeah, why not." she said to the
room.  "Fuck the lot of them."



   The back of Harley's Club.  Midtown.  Evening.



   Jessica Anderson had never felt so horny in all her young life.  She had
sneaked out the back of the club and was waiting for the young stud who had
caused her pussy to start getting wet.  She had felt him rubbing up against
her as she danced with Mel, her best friend.  She should have pulled away
but didn't as she felt his hands on her hips and felt so naughty as he
began dry-humping her on the dance floor.  She looked back and saw the
smooth black face.  The urge to kiss him came over her and she turned back
to see Mel was getting similar treatment from another black boy.

   The stud behind her was getting hard.  She could feel him through the
pants.  It would her 21st birthday on the coming Wednesday.  Mel was
pushing herself against her black stud and had her hands behind her right
where his crotch would be.  They had come prepared tonight.  On the pill
and a couple of condoms each that had been Mel's idea of an unofficial
present.  Go out, pick up a couple of hunks and fuck their brains out, she
said.

   There had been some attempts from wannabe-Romeos so far but nothing that
got the girls' juices going till now.  Jessica pressed herself against her
hunk, letting him smell her perfume.  `Noire' had been another present to
herself.  Not the most expensive but nice enough and it seemed to get
plenty of attention in her direction.  She felt his lips on her neck and
turned round to let her lips kiss his.  His hands slid down her body and
cupped her buttocks.  She moaned into his mouth and looked into his dark
brown eyes.

   Looking back she saw Mel wink at her then be led off into the crowd. 
She'd seen that look on her friend's face before.  It said one thing; gonna
get laid, see ya...

   She looked back at her black hunk of man and put her arms around his
neck, putting her lips to his ear.  "I am so fucking wet right now," she
whispered and felt him pull her crotch against his hardness.

   "Be out the back." he said into her ear and the feeling of his hot
breath on her skin sent her senses into meltdown.  "Five minutes."

   They pulled apart and she watched him move off.  Jessica quickly headed
for the back door.

   And that was were she was now.  She was checking her cell phone, sending
Mel a really dirty text about what was going to happen to her when she
heard the back door open.  The black hunk fell through followed by three
white men.  She saw the knife in one man's hand and opened her mouth to
scream when she was grabbed by another of the men.  She recognised one of
them as being a guy she and Mel had told to back off an hour ago.

   He kicked the black man in the back and she heard him groan in pain. 
"Go ahead and scream, he gets his throat slit." the white man told her
stepping over the black man who was holding his torso and moaning
painfully. "Nobody." the white man said to Jessica.  "No-body ever says no
to me!"

   Jessica shook her head.  "Ple--"

   He grabbed her throat and and pressed his face to hers.  "Shut the fuck
up." he told her and motioned to the third man who handed him the knife. 
Jessica was shaking as she felt the point running down her cheek.  He
pulled her face to his as she heard the dull thuds of kicks and cries of
pain from the ground.  "A few drinks that was all, then a quick fuck,
whatever." he sneered at her.  "But you get all snooty and tell me no then
choose to practically fuck him right there on the dance floor.  I have had
with sluts like you."

   Jessica yelped out as he grabbed her hair and jerked her further down
the alley.  He stopped and she felt the tears start as the knife was pushed
down between her breasts.  "I did--" she started to say but cried out as he
twisted her hair painfully.

   "Shut up," he warned her and she felt the blade pressing against the
flesh of her right breast.  "Now you can strip or I can slice this dress
off you, what do you want?"

   "I-I-I'll take it off...." Jessica said.

   "Go get the car." he called back.  "We're going to a little party. 
Ain't we, baby?"

   Jessica started to shake her head and cry....



   Commissioner's Office.  ECPD Headquarters.  Day.



   "...in yet another horrific attack and gang rape that left the victim in
a serious condition and another person also hospitalised.  Police have
requested that anyone who saw anything should contect them urgently." the
blonde news anchor said with a serious face.  "Coming up, we will be
talking about the worrying rise of attacks that have happened recently and
asking just what is behind these horrifying occurances and what should be
done about them...."

   Jane Gregg sighed as she turned the new TV off.  She sat on the edge of
her desk and looked out the window at the city skyline.  There was another
call from the mayor when she'd gotten into the office.  Another veiled
threat.  What could she tell him, that people act like shit and they will
always act like shit?  How about that they were following several lines of
inquiry?  That might work for the press but the mayor?  No way.

   After the disappearance of Scarlett Queen, she had expected things to
get a little worse.  But instead they got better.  Much better.  The police
department was handling it all, as they should have been doing.  Now things
were going back to the ways they were.  Attacks were up.  Rapes were up. 
Racial incidents were up.  Gun sales were rising as the police were being
accused to not doing anything.  But what could she do when officers came
back with no witnesses and any suspects had to be released.  It was the
same across the board.  Just cause TV cop show might solve a case in
forty-five minutes by using forensic technology that actually didn't really
exist outside of multi-million dollar labs doesn't mean every or even most
cases get solved that way.  How many times had she seen disbelieving looks
on peoples face when she told them it took a couple of weeks to get
forensic results back, not the length of a commercial break.

   "Commissioner?"

   Gregg walked around the desk and hit the button on the intercom.  "Yes,
Monica?"

   "Captain Daniels is here for his appointment."

   Richard Daniels, one of the departments shining stars.  She had sent him
to one of the worst performing precincts in the city with the simple
intention of turning it around.  So far he had been doing a fine job. 
Things were looking better across the board at the 12th precinct.  "Send
him in." she said, smiling for the first time all morning.



   18th Precinct.  Interview Room 04.  Day.

   Laura sat and looked at the man on the other side of the desk.  He was a
thin man, his black hair was greying and receding.  Not ugly but not
handsome either.  His name was Wallace Hollcroft.  She'd tried to refuse
the case when she looked at the file.  She would be the third lawyer this
asshole had in the three hours since he'd been arrested.  Each time he'd
come up with some kind of excuse to demand a new one.  Four hours ago he
had walked into the station and told the desk sergeant that he'd killed his
`whore of a wife'.  Cops had visited the apartment at the address he'd
given and had found his wife, dead, and stuffed into the fridge in the
kitchen.

   "Mr Hollcroft," Laura said, looking at the short reports in front of
her. He'd told them to check the fridge as he didn't want her to `stink up
the place'.  Forensic people were going over the place but as he'd already
admitted it, and the knife had been left in her.  There wasn't a lot she
could do.  Odds on the fingerprints would just confirm everything.  "Mr
Hollcroft..." she said again.

   "She fucked a nigger." he said plainly.  "You fucked a nigger?"

   Laura looked at him.  "Excuse me?"

   He didn't move.  "You ever fucked a nigger?"

   "I don't..." she shook her head, confused.

   "What do they teach you all in law school these days," Hollcroft
muttered.  "Have you ever spread those lily white legs of yours and let a
dirty nigger inside your cunt?  You understand that?"

   "I am not going to accept this behaviour." Laura told him and stood up.
She picked up the file and pad in front of her and walked to the door.

   "That'll be a yes." she heard him say behind her as she opened the door.
"You tell them I want a decent, white, male lawyer!"

   Outside she saw the three cops just looking at her.  Three
powerful-looking black officers.  They seemed to give her a long look.  She
shrugged.  "You heard him." she said and walked to where the toilets were.



   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Kacey's Room.  Day.

   Kacey held up the short, silver dress against herself and looked in the
mirror.  It was short with two thin shoulder straps.  Danielle had brought
it back as a surprise.  "It'll look good on you." she heard Danielle say
and spun round.  The black woman stood in the doorway.  "Try it on properly
then let me see.

   For a minute Kacey thought the black lesbian was going to wait and watch
her undress but at the last second she closed the door, leaving Kacey
alone. Kacey gently touched herself between the legs as she suddenly felt a
little disappointed.  She blinked clearing the feeling from her head. 
Danielle was a friend.  She owed Corrine so much and needed to put the
feelings away.  Maybe getting out was the best idea.  Go out and enjoy
herself.  She threw the silver dress on her bed and started to take her
jeans and t-shirt off.



   18th Precinct.  Women's Toilets.  day.

   Laura finished drying her hands and gave herself a look over in the
mirror.  Those cops were definitely giving her a look.  What right had that
little fuck have to talk to her that way?  She could fuck anyone she
wanted. Black, white, yellow with pink dots if she wanted.

   "Racist motherfucker."

   Laura turned to the voice and saw the black female cop by the door. 
"Hollcroft?" she asked.

   "Course." the officer walked to the mirror and looked herself over in
the mirror.  "The first lawyer was black.  He didn't like that.  The second
was white guy who told him to take an insanity plea.  Motherfucker did not
like that either."

   "He admitted killing her."

   The black officer turned and Laura saw the name badge read `Meathers'.
"I was one of the officers who found her.  He butchered her and shoved her
in the fridge like she was just meat.  You don't want to see where he left
the knife." She leaned back against the wall.  " I don't know what he's
trying to do.  I say execute the motherfucker right now.  It's all he
deserves.  Be thankful you're not handling this one." Meathers paused then
pushed herself off the wall as she changed the subject.  "You were in the
Bar Ellis, weren't you?  Three night ago?"

   Laura turned away, unsure.  "Maybe." she said.

   "You were.  Some of us were there as well." Officer Meathers walked up
next to Laura and looked at her.  "I saw you leave with those three guys."
Officer Meathers smiled.  "Three black guys...."

   Laura said nothing, just felt the familiar throb between her thighs as
she just looked in the mirror.

   "Look, you want to show that sick fuck how worthless he is?"

   Laura looked at Meathers.  Her eyes were blue and seemed to be looking
deep into Laura.

   "I mean really show him.  None of his rights will be breached.  No-one's
going to touch him." Meathers pointed to her head.  "I mean get to that
asshole up here."

   "What's the idea?" Laura asked.





   Corrine Allen's Apartment.



   Kacey stepped out and walked into the middle of the large front room of
the apartment.  The dress felt so light on her a she slowly spun round in
front of Danielle.  The black woman just looked up at her and smiled.  "You
look beautiful.  We might need some security to keep those horny boys away
from you." Danielle said.

   Kacey felt her cheeks burn as she blushed.  "I don't know..."

   Danielle stood up and pushed Kacey's face up.  Kacey felt herself being
drawn to the smooth, black face that looked down at her.  "I mean it.  The
only question is where do you want to go?"



   18th Precinct.  Interview Room 02.  Day.

   Laura looked at the black man who sat on the other side of the desk.  He
was one of the cops she'd seen earlier.  One of those strong-looking ones.
She didn't look at the one-way mirror along one side of the room.  A quick
look at the camera in the upper corner of the room told her it wasn't
recording, just as Meathers had promised.  Both her and the female black
cops had watched discreetly as Hollcroft had been dragged into the side
room that was used to observation next to the interview room.  The cop was
already in the interview room when she went in.  Hollcroft was right in
that small observation room there now, handcuffed to a chair.

   "So you gonna get me off?" the black cop said.  He was sitting back in
the chair, his hands clasped in front of him.  A big, black fucker of a
man. The throbbing between her thighs had gotten more urgent.  He was the
`client', she was the lawyer.  Simple.  "Charges are bullshit." he told
her.

   "Maybe." she said and licked her lips.  God, she felt hot right now. 
Hot and horny.

   "No maybe about it." he smiled.  "You see my friend?"

   "Yes, I saw the officer."

   "And?"

   "The price was a little high."

   "What, a little head is too high?" the `client' smiled.  "Don't BS me,
baby.  I know you'll suck a black dick in a second.  That's all you had to
do.  I know you did it, too.  You got down on your knees and you sucked
that brother's balls dry."

   Laura felt the urge growing between her legs.  She saw the grin on the
man as he had said it.  She thought she heard a sound come from the other
side of the mirror.  "Maybe I did, but what can you give me?" she asked.

   He stood up and unzipped his pants.  He looked at the camera then pulled
the long, thick black cock from inside them.  Laura gasped as she saw him
hold it in his hand, seeming to balance it.  The sight of the dark-skinned
cock caused her to get wet.  She bit her lip as he slowly started to stroke
it.  "The city's already paid you.  I pay you this way.  You ain't the
first white bitch that's been paid this way."

   Laura couldn't stop looking at the black cock.  It must have been eight
or nine inches in length and even halfway hard yet.  "Well, payment's up
front of course." she said, standing up and feeling the juices dripping
from her pussy.  Laura walked around the desk and put her hand around the
black man cock.  She looked deep into his eyes as she began to pump it. 
The crash from the other side of the mirror was loud and she looked at
herself.  The expression on her face was of pure lust as she stood there
with a growing black cock in her hand.  The fight on the other side dulled
down and carried on into the corridor.  Laura hadn't let them cock go once
as she looked back at her `client'.  "You still want to get off?" she
smiled at him.



   18th Precinct.  Stationary cupboard.

   "Huh...  Huh...  Huh...."

   Laura listened to the grunting in her ear as the black cop rammed his
thick cock up her pussy.  They were fucking against the metal shelves, his
hands holding her up by her ass as she had her arms and legs firmly wrapped
and locked around him.  "Uuuuh, god, that is so fucking good!" she told
him.

   "Uuuuh, fuck...." he moaned sinking as much cock into her as possible.
"You want it?"

   She grinned feeling his cock deep inside her.  "I want it." Laura
gasped. Suddenly he lifted her off his cock and she felt herself being
lowered down.  She looked at him.  "I want it, baby." she pouted.

   "And you'll get it." the black man grinned.  "All over that pretty face
of yours."

   Laura grinned at the the thought of getting his cum all over her face.
She unlocked her legs and dropped down onto her knees, looking up at him.
Laura reached for the shiny, wet and rock-hard cock but smiled as he
slapped her hand away and grabbed her hair, pulling her heard back.

   "Hands behind you!" he ordered and Laura felt the thrill from the
severity of his voice go right between her legs.  She looked at him as he
slowly started to pump the thick, black shaft above her face.

   "Come on," she told him.  "Do it.  Cover my face.  Cover my slutty face,
you big, black motherfucker..."

   "You got a dirty mouth, bitch." the cop grinned, pulling the skin all
the way back, all the time keeping the glistening head of his cock just out
of her tongue and lips reach.

   "Got a dirty mouth with a slutty face.  Cover me with fucking cum, you
fucker.  I want to feel that hot cum all over my slutty face..."

   The cop sniggered and pulled her head back a bit further.  "Just another
white whore, ain't you, bitch?" he told her as she reached up with her
tongue only for him to pull his cock back.  "Know what we do with white
whores?"

   "What?" laura grinned as she pushed a hand down the front of her skirt.
Her pussy was dripping as she ran her fingers up and down the lips. 
Dipping a finger inside herself she suddenly gasped as the orgasm overtook
her body and she let out a moan, closing her eyes as she revelled in the
waves of pleasure...

   "Fuck, look at you cum..." she heard him say.  Laura felt his lips on
hers and then his tongue plunged into her mouth as he took her head in his
hands and kissed her hard.  He pulled away and she opened her eyes.  He was
looking deep into her eyes.  "Heard all about you and those three
brothers." he said and she remembered them.  The slutty pleasure of being
used like a fucktoy as two big, black cocks were plunging into her throat
and pussy at once.  That was before she straddled the third black guy and
was riding him like a whore when she felt one of the other two pushing his
cock at her asshole.  It felt to tight as that thick cock forced open her
ass.  She cried out as both black studs began hammering into her holes. 
Only to have her head grabbed and the third guy shove his newly hard dick
into her mouth!  Laura was as happy as a slut in gangbang.  Hell, it was a
gangbang....

   "Heard all about it." she heard and opened her eyes again.  The black
cop was looking down at her with grin.

   "What do you do?" Laura asked, plunging two fingers deep inside herself.

   "With what?"

   "With a white whore." she grinned and tried to catch that hard, black
cock that hovered abover just out of reach.

   "Throw you in lockup." he said.  "Then we fuck your brains out..."

   Laura pushed her fingers in knuckle-deep.  "We?" she groaned.

   He smiled.  "We.

   "Oooohhh...."

   "And it don't stop at three...."

   Laura moaned and squealed as the cock suddenly aimed at her and the eye
exploded as thick, white, hot cum rained all over her face and hair and
even splattered her clothes.

   She sank back on her knees as the black cop smeared his load over her
face, she sucked the head in and ran her tongue around it, enjoying the
salty taste of his cum.  He pulled back and pushed his cock away, zipped up
and and smiled.  "Bye, baby." he said and walked to the door of the
cupboard.  Laura was gasping as she watched unlock the door and walk out.
He didn't look back once.  She blinked as she remembered where she was and
stood up, pushing her clothes back in place.  Finding a box of paper towels
she cleaned up her face and straightening herself up.  Laura walked out of
the cupboard.



   Laura Petry's Apartment.  Furrier Apartment Complex.  Evening.

   The water felt hot as she opened her eyes.  Laura yelled out as she
jumped out of the shower and found herself looking at her own bathroom. 
The frosted window showed it was getting dark.  The last thing she
remembered was...

   Was what?  Visiting a client.  That was it.  Creepy little bastard. 
He'd done something that meant she remembered leaving then....  Nothing. 
She could remember nothing.  But there was that feeling of satisfaction
again.  Whatever happened had left her feeling calm.  Laura turned off the
shower and dried herself off then walked naked into the hallway.  She saw
the clothes she put on that morning on the floor.  Picking them up she
noticed the blouse and skirt had stains on them.  She ran her fingers on
them and noticed how dry they were.  The looked like...  Jesus, what had
she been doing.  She'd seen enough semen evidence to know it.  Had she been
raped?  There was no sign of her panties.  For a moment she had thought she
didn't put any on this morning, but then remembered it clearly.  She didn't
feel sore and there was no bruises on her so...  Was she drugged?

   The answering machine was blinking at her.  There was four messages. 
Laura pressed the play button.  "Message one.  Two-twenty-four PM.," it
told her.  "Laura?  Where are you?" the office dickhead demanded.  "Laura,
when you get around it get your ass into the office.  That's another
appointment you've missed."

   The machine clicked.

   "Message two.  Two-forty-seven PM." the machine said.  It was him again.
"Laura.  I am not fucking around anymore.  There are plenty more lawyers
who can do your job.  And what I am hearing about your behaviour recently
means I am not happy.  I want you in the office A-S-A-P!"

   Click!

   "Message three.  Three-thirty-one PM." Laura sighed as she heard his
voice again.  "You don't call me in the next twenty minutes, you are in so
much shit."

   The time on the answering machine read 19:54pm.



   *



   Laura sat on her couch, her hands clasped in front of her, as the black
police woman looked at the semen-stained clothes that were laid on the
coffee table in front of them both.  She was still nervous as she waited to
the women to say something.

   "You don't remember what happened...?" Meathers asked.  Laura had found
a card with her name and phone number in one of her pocket.  After checking
that Meathers was a real cop she had called her and asked her to come over.
"Your name is familiar but..." Laura just shrugged.

   "You can't remember us talking?"

   Laura looked at the woman and shook her head.  "I think I might have
been..." She paused.  "Drugged then..."

   Officer Patrice Meathers sat back and looked at the white woman.  "This
is the first time you've experienced this?"

   Laura shook her head.  She started to tell the female officer about the
other times.  About waking up and finding she had a hole in her memory. 
She felt the tears start to well up as she got it out at last.  Suddenly
the cop put a hand on her arm and stopped her.

   "Three night ago," Meathers said.  "You were in Bar Ellis.  You remember
that?" Laura shook her head.  "I know you were.  I saw you.  What about
three black guys?" Again Laura shook her head.  Patrice Meathers sat back
and just looked at the white lawyer.  "Hon," she said finally.  "You
weren't raped.  I can say that with certainty.  I don't what the problem is
but I know that."

   "But..." Laura looked at the clothes.

   "You weren't raped today either." the black woman told her.

   "What can I tell my work?"

   Meathers just sighed.

   Laura bent towards her.  "I probably going to get fired.  If I wasn't
raped.  Then that means..." she said and pointed to the clothes.  "That
meant it was consensual.  I was cons..."

   "Look." the black woman said quietly.  "I may know someone who might be
able to help."

   "A shrink," Laura sighed now.

   "Not exactly." the cop replied.





   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Evening.

   "You look..." Danielle started as Kacey walked out from her room in full
make-up and ready to go out.  She looked at the young woman.  Everything
was perfect.  The dress, the hair, the shoes.  "You look beautiful."

   "I feel nervous." Kacey confessed as she looked at the black woman who
seemed to radiate beauty and confidence.

   "It's just a bar." Danielle walked up to Kacey and put her hands on the
naked, smooth shoulders.  "Maybe I should get some cops to provide and
escort." she said and Kacey looked at her.  "We'll need protection from all
those boys you'll attract.  Oh, honey, need an education so bad."

   Kacey felt a sinking feeling as she heard the word `boys'.  All she
wanted to do was put her arms around Danielle right now.

   "Now, you ready?"

   Kacey took a breath and nodded nervously.

   With that she watched as Danielle turned and picked up her purse.  Kacey
couldn't take her eyes off the curvy figure of the black woman as she
headed for the door then quickly headed after her.



   Evening.

   Officer Meathers had refused to tell Laura where she was taking her. 
They were in the police officer's car as she was driving them out of the
city.  The buildings had been replaced by trees and winding country lanes.
Meathers turned the car and stopped before a tall gate.  Laura peered at
the sign in the growing darkness.  She had trouble making out the wording.
As the gate opened and Meathers drove the car through the gate she turned
to the black woman.

   "Did that say `school'?" Laura asked.


   THE END.