1. African-American Studies Part 3


    Date: 9/18/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Horror, Interracial, Rape, Author: ndouglass, Source: sexstories.com

    Malcolm had done a fairly decent job. He had kept a straight face despite himself. In fact, all through the candle light visual at the Finnegan house he had managed to keep a calm and sober persona. He had even managed to keep a straight face when Rebecca Finnegan's mother gave him a tight and tear-filled hug. Mrs. Finnegan was so happy that he had stopped by. She knew it would mean a lot to her daughter. He was, after all, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan's favorite teacher. He was the reason why she wanted to go to law school when she graduated. "Which school?" He had asked and wasn't at all surprised when she told him that perfect little Rebecca Finnegan had intended to attend Harvard. It was an expensive school, but she was already working on scholarships and, yes, her parents could certainly afford the tuition. Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan's perfect little father had gone to Harvard to study medicine. Yes, Mrs. Finnegan, she was a very special girl. Yes, he liked her very much. She was, in fact, something of a teacher's pet. He had even managed to say it without cracking a smile. Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan brought new meaning to the term "teacher's pet." He did, however, have a much harder time keeping his sneers of disgust to himself. The entire spectacle made him sick to his stomach. Most of their small town had come out to give the Finnegan clan their support. They were all so sorry that perfect little Rebecca Finnegan had gone missing. If she had been a Black ...
    girl, the house would have been empty. But then, given the size of the town and where the little Black population, Malcolm excluded, lived, the home wouldn't have been able to fit so many people inside. For the most part it was a small and obscenely wealthy town, but it did have its little slum, where the Brothers were safely tucked away out of sight. Christ, everyone was upset about perfect little Rebecca Finnegan. It wasn't like her family didn't have absolutely everything. They were living the American dream. They had a big house, they had luxury cars, there was even a fucking piano in the fucking living room. The living room, it was big enough to fit the entire apartment that Malcolm had grown up in. Whatever. He had risen above his family's poverty in Florida. The Browns weren't sharecroppers any more. And besides, it wasn't like the Finnegan's didn't have other perfect little children. There was an older and a younger brother. It wasn't like they couldn't spare their only daughter to pay him back for all the tragedy they had inflicted on his people over the centuries. Julie Goldman had even stopped by and that had proved to break his concentration a little. He wondered why she had stopped by. Julie and Rebecca were not exactly friends. She was a few months younger than Rebecca and though they shared the same, primarily academic, interests they hung out in different social groups. Well, Julie hung out in a different social group. Julie hung out in a social group. Rebecca ...
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