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and his winter white teeth were perfectly lined. “Matter of fact, if I’m not mistaken, I think one of you young ladies and I will get to know each other very well over the coming semester.” Neither girl had a clue as to what their handsome, unannounced stranger was talking about. Each one looked both puzzled and confused. Seeing them speechless, he could easily tell by their expressions they were feeling lost and out of sorts. “Oh, I’m sorry, ladies, let me start over again. I’m Professor Sanford Kincade. I’m on staff and teach Intro to Political Science here at the university.”
    Giggling like middle school girls on the playground instead of grown, mature women in college, London and Fatima recklessly fumbled retrieving their class schedules out of their folders, praying that they were the one blessed to have this God of a man for an instructor. As each visibly anxious student searched for that small piece of paper, Sanford Kincade, conniving in mindset, already knew the outcome. With ulterior motives in store, he’d checked it out prior to introducing himself, as he watched the two of them earlier.
    London was the first to find her schedule. “Oh wow, I guess it’s me.” She almost felt ashamed for being the lucky one. Fatima, sad faced, was a little disappointed, but happy for her newfound friend nevertheless.
    â€œWell then, Miss Roberts, I guess I will see you in class and, Miss James, see you around campus.” As soon as he was out of ear range, both girls started screaming.
    â€œGirl, he was so fine I could barely move.” Fatima held her hand close to her chest.
    â€œYes, he was handsome,” London agreed. “But, Fatima, that man is almost old enough to be our daddy.”
    â€œYeah, girl, you right, I would call him daddy!” Both girls, behaving silly without a care in the world, giggled all the way back to the dorm.
    London, after settling down, decided to try to call her sister again that night but still didn’t get an answer. She also tried calling Kenya’s cell phone, but her twin changed numbers like she changed her panties. The concerned twin was starting to worry and wanted nothing more than to call her uncle. She wanted to ask him to go by the house and at least check on Kenya, but she knew that wasn’t gonna happen, especially considering what had jumped off the afternoon she’d left. Her uncle was still probably and rightfully pissed about that fool Ty keeping Kenya out all night and Kenya’s nasty attitude and disposition to being chastised.
    London then called Carmen, her sister’s best friend, on her cell phone. Thankfully, she had Kenya’s latest number and gave it to her. After the first ring the voicemail picked up. A long song filled with all types of curse words filled London’s ears before she heard Kenya’s voice. When the beep finally came, London spoke.
    â€œHey, Kenya, it’s me. I tried calling you last night. I’m okay, I just wanted to know if all is well. I know it’s been only two days, but you understand. Call me, all right? Don’t forget. Say U Promise !” She hung up the phone and fell fast asleep. London had no idea that back at home in Detroit, her sister’s long night was just beginning.
    Tastey
    Ty watched Kenya’s full, plump breasts bounce up and down as she ran down the stairs. The way that her low-riding track suit fit her ass alone was enough to get him paid. Anticipating a quick come up, he started to daydream about all the money he could get from working Kenya. Greeting each other with a smile and a small kiss on the lips, both of them were anxious about the night and what it would hold. They both had a different agenda for what they felt was going to happen when they got to the club.
    â€œGirl, you look hot! Good enough for a brotha to eat.” Ty’s dick started to get rock hard. He grabbed Kenya’s hand and placed it on