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She was to march through the bars.
The matter is usual, she often dealt with this after a divorce from her first husband.
Now, I have lost a bit of time from places of this kind, but nothing, habits are quickly returning.

It is necessary to remove the man, bring him home and lure him to the basement.
Dungeons should have food in abundance.
And she will take care of this.
Lynn brought the devil knows where.
In the end, she stopped the car to calm down, look around and figure out what to do next.
It was about midnight, and it was desirable for her to get to one of the central streets, where there is always lively, light, advertising lights sparkle, in one word safe.
Wanting to cut off the path and get into one of the well-known bars, she decided to drive through the quarter, which is considered to be unfavorable.

I wanted to quickly slip through it, because it would take a long detour.
And how can this happen, lost among the damn streets.
The roads here were narrow and winding, dark masses of houses hung around the sides, the streets were deserted and poorly lit.
In these quarters, mostly lived blacks and Latinos, whose reputation, to put it mildly, did not inspire confidence.
A young lonely white woman should not appear here.
Lynn had a gun with him, so it was somewhat reassuring.
Since the navigator was no longer worth relying on, Lynn pulled a regular map of the city out of the glove compartment and tried to figure out where she was now and how to get to the nearest big street.
At that moment, she was taken by surprise.
The door on the left opened and a huge skinhead black man in a purple T-shirt got into the car. irelande bongacams
A knife flashed in his hand.
Blade touched Lynn’s neck.
Behind his back came the clap of the two rear doors.

Two more uninvited guests.
Also black: both in unsightly T-shirts and shapeless pants, one with Hawaiian pigtails, the other in a knitted hat.
The thug who was sitting next to her grinned: – Ay, ah, ah, and what does a white girl do here? How did a decent white lady get into such a terrible place? Fear of Lynn was speechless, just breathing faster.
The Negro watched with interest as her chest rises and falls, as she stretches, slightly falls and the fabric of the blouse stretches again.
“Python, hand over her purse,” was heard from behind.
Skinhead quickly looked around.
– No.
He pressed a little harder with a knife, forcing Lynn to shout.
– Where is your bag, bitch? “There,” Lynn squeezed out, pointing toward the back seat.
– Oh, your mother, I’m sitting on her! – neighing Python comrade.
– Well, what is there? There was a rustling sound, dropped out lipstick.
– ABOUT! Damn it yourself!

Lynn realized that the gangster had found her gun.
And it was necessary so blundering! I would put the weapon in the glove box.
Although it would help her now? You can’t reach the glove box and the knife at the very throat is more than serious.
– This is why you? Asked the gangster in a knitted hat, twirling a gun near Lynn’s head.
– Probably to shoot at the black brothers? So? “Answer me,” the skinhead growled.
“No, no,” Lynn squeaked, trembling in horror.
– I am not going.
“A lying little bitch,” the thug sneered, sticking a gun over the elastic of his pants.
“Be careful with him, Boar, or else you’ll shoot your own eggs,” snarled a black pigtail.
In response, Kaban muttered something unintelligible and continued to scrabble in his purse.
From Lynn’s wallet, he efficiently grabbed five hundred dollars, and he was still dissatisfied.
– How little is that? The young woman did not answer.

Python again pressed the edge of the knife to its delicate neck.
– You were asked, little bitch, how are you a few bucks? “I should have had enough for the evening,” she replied.
“Oh, so you wanted to have a good evening,” boar neighing.
– For bars on beer mean? White girl was bored? – Is it really bad? – slightly emboldened, asked Lynn.
– Sit somewhere and relax? “You’ll feel bad if you dare,” said Python threateningly.
The boar, meanwhile, no longer finding anything valuable in her purse, threw it right on the floor of the cabin and once again counted the money, hid it in his pants pocket.
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