"Adam, being Adam, had told Tyanna he would pay their way if her parents ever wanted to visit. She passed the word along but her father had declined."...I see enough white people on my route," he said. "I don't need to travel 300 miles to see more of them. You seen one, you seen them all. But don't you be bringing them around here."Tyanna had no intention of bringing her friends to her old neighborhood. A part of her was ashamed of how she grew up. At least she was until she was introduced to. She was kicking and screaming at them but they were too strong for here. They threw her body down the river, as the water stream was moving. She was crying out to them for help but all they did was laughed at her. They would then mock her in their cruel tones."Drown witch. Drown witch," Charles and the other kids would mock her.Charles never told anyone about his dreams but he thought that they must have been memories of his childhood life in Constantinople's Lot. The strange thing was that he. He closed his curtains and slid off his black underwear, revealing an errect penis. It was steadilly growing to it's full length of 6" long and 2" thick. He gave a soft moan of pleasure as his hands caressed his dick.His computer was loading. He reached into his wardrobe, digging past his clothes and found the vibrating dildo he hid in there.He used his lube and lubed up the dildo which was 7" long and 3" thick. His computer was fully loaded. He clicked on his account and signed in, desperate. "What's his name? What's his name?" There are no boys in my bedroom," I sigh, before the corners of mymouth turn upwards into a smile as I realise that I'm saying isn't 100%true. There IS a boy in the room... And his name is Ian David Freeman.And he would give anything to be talking to anyone, ANYONE else rightnow.The group chat lasts over two hours, by the end of which my brain isnumb from the talk of boys, modelling work, dancing, clothes and make-up and my vocal chords feel like they'll.