‘Yo, cracker, shut that off, or I’m going to slice you, but good!’ The black man screamed, as he kicked Heavy Metal Thunder’s radio over and o...ff. ‘I was done playing anyway, because I’m more in the mood now for a good brawl!’ The dark haired man said to Sammy’s surprise, as Heavy Metal Thunder leapt to his feet and swung his guitar into the side of Sammy’s head in one fluid motion. The guitar shattered, and Heavy Metal Thunder watched as the black man went flying backwards into an unconscious. Actually, killing her would be too nice a way to end the torture. Day after day she continued to drive me nuts and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. I couldn't take the problem to management because all that would do is make me the laughing stock of the office. The problem? Working in a cubicle next to a woman who couldn't be made to understand that cubicles are not sound proof and that I could hear every word she said - every fucking word! Why was that so bad? Because she had. The door to his room wasn’t shut well before he had both hands on her tits. I took a seat and watched as he lower his hand to her bare pussy and started fingering her and unbuttoned her blouse with his other hand, letting it slip off her arms to the floor. Now he lowers his mouth to her nipples sucking one and the other. I had been wondering how she would respond to a total stranger but he already had her moaning and squirming her beautiful body. He took her to the bed, pushing her down on. After a while she asked me about the magazine I was holding. It was a late night flight and very soon the lights were dimmed and I switched on the over head lights. “Looks like interesting reading,” she said with a smile. I told her that I kind of enjoyed reading about the erotic adventures of people who were willing to share their experiences.She got the hint and asked if she could see the magazine, and I gave it to her. As she flipped a few pages and began reading, what was an erotic tale,.