It's September 11, 2001. My name is Bryan. I'm an African American, musician in Maryland. I've been on the scene for about twenty years now and love it. Last year I picked up a new gig at this bar. I had been talking to a girl named Jen online. We had been talking for quite some time and I asked her to come out to my show. I'm an alternative rock musician playing Creed type stuff so the crowd was all white. I loved beautiful white girls and Jen was just that.
As I was into about an hour of playing there she was, entering the room. She was so graceful with the way she moved. I continued to play as I kept my eyes on her. To me she was the best looking girl in the room. I knew she liked the band, "Linkin Park" so I played a few songs from them.
After playing I walked over to her. "Hey, Jen what's up?"
"Thanks for coming out," I said. "No problem, you sound really good," she replies. I ask her to do a few shots with me and she does. I stand there, so turned on from the thought of her.
As the place is ready to close we leave the bar. "Would you like to sit in your car and talk?" I ask. "Sure, I'd love to," she replies. We sit in the car. Starting the car up to turn on the radio she begins to change the station. Looking at her fingers I get so turned on. I reach and grab her fingers as I begin to massage them.
"Can you handle this all night?" I ask.
"Hum uh huh," she says. I lean into her as I begin to kiss her. Suddenly, we here noise. The police are across the street as a car breaks down. It looked liked there was a chase involved and they had just caught the suspect.
"Why don't we move up there and around the corner," I say.
