Prologue

It was dark out. The autumn chill penetrates, yet the black man was naked to blend in with the night. His wicked plan was perfect, but he didn’t smile, for his shiny white teeth would ruin it all. He smiled inside; he knew his prey was close. The white guy he was stalking stood out like a black man at a KKK meeting. The white guy stopped and the black man crouched low as he prepared himself for the pounce.

Night Encounter

Dick, son of Robbert Dickerson, had just left the victim’s recovery program on 1st street. They were starting to become boring, it was the fifth meeting that the poor Irish woman bitched about her divorce and the African American who raped her at night who caused it just. He always felt sorry for them for what the KKK did to them. If it was a white man, or even a hyper Mexican who was 4’10” they would still be together.

It was almost dark, and Dick went to eat at Senorita Grande’s Tacos. He ordered the burrito with rice and beans, while waiting for his food he gandered around the place. The first thing he noticed was a man sitting in the corner eating a Grande Taco. He was big, black, and looked like the one that the bitching lady described at the meeting. Dick eyed him for a bit, and then the guy noticed him staring.

Dick left the restaurant and noticed the man wasn’t in the corner anymore, and then he turned and came face-to-face with him. He spoke slowly, in a calm yet intimidating voice, “You should be more careful about who you look at in this area.” If Dick knew this was going to be his ass’s last hour, he would have used it better at Senorita Grande’s Tacos.

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