Wrong Time for a Trip to the Bathroom
Strong hands pulled mine behind me, and I felt and heard the unmistakable sensations of a nylon tie-wrap locking my wrists securely behind me. A deep brown voice whispered into my ear, "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like I got myself a little piece of white meat to play with".A very large black hand clasped tightly over my mouth prevented me from responding, protesting, or finding out what the fuck was going on, the voice continued: "I tell you what Whitey, we're going to try a...