Sally McCormick stared out the car window, watching her world go by. It was a bright September morning, with the hot Georgia sky preparing to provide a late season scorcher. Sally's world, or the one she was allowed to see, was a relatively boring one. The young blonde teenager had been born and raised in Imperial County Georgia, in the medium sized town of Crantin. It was an old blue collar town that had recently experienced a massive building boom. Strip malls had sprung up, and the small town had and was growing rapidly. Her father, "Big" Jim McCormick, was a driving force behind the new construction. She looked over at her father, who was driving her to high school that day, on account of her own SUV being in the shop for the day. He was an ironically small man, balding, with an intense look that expressed nothing but anger and frustration. Those emotions have gotten him relatively far in life, as he was in charge of one of the largest construction concerns in the whole state. He practically ruled Crantin, and he knew it. The McCormick house, on top of Delan's Hill, was by far the largest in the county, with a huge swimming pool to top it off. Stacy had never needed to worry about money, and Big Jim was inclined to spoil his only daughter. She was his pride, and he would do anything to protect her from the ways of the world.
This protection meant a wary eye and a very controlling attitude. Anyone that even took his beautiful daughter out had to be thoroughly vetted and observed by Jim. If she even thought about anything sexual or criminal, he would know. A year ago she had made out with Bill Baker, the captain of the football team. It was a classic romance, as the statuesque Georgia peach was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Word had gotten out about their little make out section, and her father had grounded his daughter for two weeks, not to mention threatening the Baker family with police action. Other than a few kisses here and there, Stacy had been far to frightened to mess around with boys, an evil her traditional mother had always warned about.
Stacy, like any teenager, had chafed at her parents control. Still, she was dedicated to her own success, and was very worried about jeopardizing it with boys or any kind of drink or drug. Her life was any parents dream, straight A's, president of clubs, head of the cheerleading team. Everyone loved her and the boys lusted over this untouchable princess. The boys, including male teachers, would fawn and dote on her, with good reason. Stacy was a devastatingly attractive girl, with shoulder length light blonde air that she wore a bit high on her head. Her face was warm and engaging, with a spray of freckles on her pale white skin. Her pale skin was highlighted by her striking blue eyes and full pink lips. The rest of Stacy's body was toned by years of working out and athletics. She was tall, 5'9, and thin, with a feminine muscle tone throughout. She knew she had a large bust, almost a D cup, and a coarse boy had once commented on her "fine booty". She giggled at that, she knew what a cute butt she had. Unfortunately for her many admirers, Stacy's form was often hid by the "proper" clothing her mother made her wear, which today consisted of a knee length light blue skirt and a plain white blouse, loose, of course.
They were nearing the school when Stacy saw two young black boys walking along the side of the road. They were dressed in the loose fitting clothing that she had seen in rap video's on MTV. At someone else's house, of course, Stacy didn't have cable.
"Look at those goddamn niggers Stacy, walking around like slobs. God, I don't know why I even send you to the same school with those animals anymore. I swear, whatever college lets the least amount of the damn niggers in is the one you are going to."
Stacy didn't really know any black people, but she didn't really like the way her father talked either. It just seemed mean and rude. But, a lot of other people in the town didn't like the blacks much, so she wasn't surprised. Big Jim had been saying those things since she could remember.
"Well, here we are Stacy. Have a good day at school, and don't get in any trouble. I mean it young lady," cautioned her domineering father. Stacy sighed, he said that all the time.
Stacy got her books and headed into school. There she was greeted by her many friends. The crowd seemed to part when she entered, in appreciative recognition. Stacy loved that.
It was a normal high school day as Stacy enjoyed her senior status. The teachers all loved her so much they would never give her a bad grade, so it was never really a issue what she got on tests. Still, she studied hard and made a point to earn her grades. No one liked a free loader.
Stacy's last class of the day was her biology class, with Mr. Henry. For today's class, he was splitting up the class to work in pairs on a project, that was due next week.
"Stacy, you're going to work with Damien over there."
Stacy was surprised to hear that. Damien Jones was a football player, a black football player. He was a star linebacker, college scouts often watched him at games. However, he was a horrible student, and Stacy groaned as she realized she would have to do most of the work. Oh well, she was up to it she thought, as she headed over to Damien's desk.
Damien Jones was a linebacker by physical definition, if nothing else. He was 6'4 and 240 muscled pounds. His skin was as black as Stacy's was white, and he wore his hair in tight rows. In his ear was a diamond earring and around his neck was a silver chain, as shiny as anything Stacy had at home. His red varsity jacket did little to hide his muscular bulk.
"Hey Damien, how are you?" asked Stacy, sweetly, placing her books on his desk.
"Fine, fine, yourself?" asked Damien, curtly, barely looking up. Stacy was surprised how little he cared, usually boys were drooling by now.
For the rest of class, Stacy told him about the project. It was obvious to her that Damien was going to do little if any work. After a while, he finally spoke up.
"Stacy, don't you think Mr. Henry looks like a horse?"
Stacy laughed at once. She had always thought that too!
"Ms. McCormick, please get back to work," warned Mr. Henry, who heard her laugh.
"Oh..sorry Mr. Henry," said Stacy, smiling at Damien.
"Sorry I got you in trouble babe," said Damien.
Stacy would have been somewhat offended by being called that by anyone, but the way Damien said it....it sounded fine. It was a friendly term, backed up by charm and confidence. She smiled at the word, and the Damien looked her square in the eyes. No boy ever did that.
Then the bell rang.
"Well, see you tomorrow Damien."
"Yep, see you tomorrow Stacy. Oh, and that's a real nice blue skirt you're wearing, matches them eyes," said the towering football player, as he headed for the door.
Stacy liked the compliment, it meant more to her than the usual one. She felt good, even though Damien was uninvolved, she still managed to gain his attention.
Over the next week, the two worked together in class. Damien contributed little, but Stacy loved the way he talked. He was funny, smart, and kind of crude. Best of all, he wasn't scared of Stacy, he talked to her like he was the one in charge. Stacy soon did little work, she liked talking to Damien instead.
The project was due Friday. On Wednesday night, as Stacy did her math homework in her room, her cell phone rang. She grabbed it, didn't recognize the number, and answered.
"Hey Stacy, it's Damien."
"Oh...uh..hi, how did you get this number?"
"Bill let me borrow it, I needed to ask you a question about the project."
The question was easy to answer, and soon the two fell into another great conversation. This one was exceptionally naughty, Damien told her about what girls were having sex with what players. It was great gossip, and Stacy loved the feeling about knowing all this dirty information.
Then, a knock at her door. It was a heavy thump, her father.
"Stacy, who are you talking to?"
"Uh..Jessica."
"Are you done with your homework?"
"Almost Dad."
"Make sure you get it done then," he said, as he walked away.
