EXTRACT FOR
Abducting Tracy
(Anna Mann)

Chad slowed the car and drifted to the curb. The Jack Daniels was making his head spin a little, nothing serious or dangerous, he'd drunk just enough to build his courage and lower inhibitions.

Alcohol was like a morality inhibitor for the group, individually, and sober, they were all good guys... to a degree, but a serious and disturbing trend was developing amongst the four friends. Saturday would find them meeting at Chad's home, innocent enough it would seem, four mid-thirties guys getting together to grill meat and crack the tops off a few beers. They would eat, and chill, then as evening approached they would produce cans of cola, a bucket of ice and a fresh bottle of Jack... then they would huddle together beside the grill and decide what they wanted for their evening's entertainment.

"Young and skinny," had been the previous Saturday, "Pretty and Asian," had been the week before. They had worked their way through quite a selection... but that Saturday afternoon they had decided on something different.

"I want a dark chick." Tony had stated. "Really black!"

"Yeah, some ghetto bitch with a phat ass." Nathan, the youngest of the group had declared. Nathan was more street than the others, his choice of the words ghetto and phat a declaration of his understanding of all things Afro.

"I never had a black girl before." Chad had said quietly, his personal preference was always erring toward paler skin. But we did my suggestion last week he told himself as he nodded his agreement, yeah I can do a black chick... just for the experience. I'm happy to try anything at least once.

"So we are decided?" Alan, the ring leader had whispered, "We find a black girl, looks and age immaterial, she just has to have a big ass and be as dark skinned as possible?" 

Their Saturday game had been his idea. Late one evening he had opened a second bottle and told the group stories of his conquests.

"It was pretty fucked up," he had admitted, "But when I was still in the army we were stationed in Bosnia... fuck that place was lawless, like the wild fucking west. Well, one night we were on patrol and found this hooker on a corner. Of course we questioned her. A pretty little thing for a whore if I remember right. Anyway, the Sarge decided we should take her somewhere quieter to continue our questions. We all ended up fucking the slut, just held her down and took it in turns to hammer her sloppy cunt."

Nathan had laughed. "What, the whole patrol, the bitch must have thought it was her fuckin' birthday... Bet she'd never seen that much dosh!"

"Dosh?" Alan had said as he shook his head slowly, "She didn't get a single fucking cent, not one penny."