EXTRACT FOR
Abducting Rosie
(Anna Mann)

The night was slowing down and Simon sipped a glass of tonic water, his heart was racing hard.

For more than two hours he had watched her, one after another, after another the glasses of cheap local booze had disappeared. At first he had been impressed at how well she held her drink, he had very little knowledge of black girls, maybe they had a higher tolerance for alcohol? He didn't know, he just knew that the slightly chubby babe he had selected seemed to be remarkably sober for the amount she had put away. At one point he almost gave up and scrapped his plan, she was never going to be drunk enough, but then she stood, and swayed, then dropped back heavily into her seat.

She's on the way he chuckled and began to relax. An hour later and she could barely stand, slowly he shook his head, why did girls on holiday have to go so crazy, he wasn't complaining, in fact he was delighted that they did, but still he couldn't understand why?

Not the best figure but I think she's a few years past her teens, they always start to fill out a bit as they get closer to thirty he told himself as she tried to stand again and failed, slumping forward in her seat her loose top gaped and allowed him an excellent view of her black tits. Small and a bit saggy he commented silently, but the nipples are pretty impressive. The lighting in the secluded beach bar wasn't ideal yet still he could see how dark and erect they were.

A couple of small rolls of fat caught his eye next, just around the midriff, she probably has a muffin top too he thought, then shook his head, that didn't matter, after all he was hardly Mr Universe himself. No, she may be chubby but I'll still take her... my first black chick.

Carefully and very deliberately she stood and waved a hand to the waiter who had been laughing about her unstable condition all evening, Simon had been listening, and soon realised that chubby or not there were many other guys in the bar that wanted to fuck her too. But they won't be he chuckled inside, he had watched her reject one after another until they finally gave up and left her alone to get hammered in peace.

Now to slip away unseen he thought as the waiter began to calculate her bill, the last thing he needed was for some alert and sober patron to remember him leaving straight after her. But this place is ideal he thought as he stood and downed the last of his drink before sliding it into a small group of empties as he passed on the way to the toilets. Now my glass and my DNA are mixed with all the others... should someone suggest that it could have been me!