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time jumping on Gloria. He pushed her up against the door and lifted her knee-length dress over her head. Tearing off her dingy, off-white bra, he began to suck aggressively on her huge brown nipples.
    â€œSlow down, baby,” Gloria said, trying to dodge the hot, wet kisses he began burning her neck up with. “We got plenty of time.”
    â€œUnh, uh,” he said as he continued to grope her body. Buck was far too anxious to get it poppin’. He didn’t even bother to remove her panties. He just pulled them to the side and rammed his crooked dick into her.
    Gloria attempted to scream out in pain from the sudden penetration. Buck hadn’t even gotten her wet yet. He managed to cover her mouth with his hand as he pressed his body up against hers to balance himself. He humped her and began growling like a bear, slobber running down the sides of his big lips as he tried to swallow her tongue. Gloria thought she was going to throw up from the taste of his stink breath.
    Holding her breath, she continued to let Buck fuck her in thehallway. She knew he was about to cum by the way his growl was getting louder and louder. She looked at his face and saw that it had become grossly twisted. He was cumming inside of her.
    Gloria relaxed her body, let out a sigh, and bent over to pick her dress up from the floor. She was relieved that it was over so quickly. But Buck was no one-minute man. Gloria soon found this out when he took her by the hand and told her to go to the bedroom. Once in the room, he pushed her down to the bed and started to hammer away, not noticing that his roughness had made her start to bleed a little. He just kept grunting and pumping away like a wild animal. Tears ran down Gloria’s face as she prayed for him to finish fucking her and just get the hell out, but not without leaving a few ends first.
    Meanwhile, Wayne had walked down the block, letting tears flow freely down his chocolate face. He tried to hold them in, but as he walked to the candy store he just couldn’t. He didn’t mind crying, but he didn’t want that fat bastard to know that he had gotten to him. On top of that, he was sick of the abuse that his mother brought on herself and forced him to put up with.
    Checking out the neighborhood, Wayne spotted some dude parked in a shiny, cream-colored Cadillac across the street. He was puffing on a cigarette and a couple of nice-looking honeys were leaning on the driver’s door hollering at him. He looked like a slick muthafucka. Down the block, four young hustlers were dressed in bomb-ass Adidas, Troop and Gucci suits, and the latest Air Jordans and Reeboks, showing off their whips.
    If only I was old enough, I could get out on my own and make a life for myself, Wayne thought. I could have a nice ride and clothes, too. And with any luck, Wayne thought, he could do something for his mother.
    Wayne approached the store and saw a dirty drunk beggingfor money. Everyone just walking by, ignoring him. He was only a reminder of where they really were. All of Wayne’s hopes that he thought about on the way to the store had vanished. He felt stuck; he felt unloved.
    Upon walking past the drunken bum, he nodded to a few of the neighborhood boys he knew, who were standing across the street, and ducked into the corner bodega. He grabbed a pack of Now and Laters, Lemonheads, and Sour Patch Kids. While the clerk got Wayne’s change from the cash register, Wayne snatched up two loose cigarettes from a box on the counter and cupped them in his hand.
    â€œHave nice day,” said Carlos in his thick Spanish accent. Wayne nodded back and slipped out of the store with a brown bag full of candy and two cigarettes hidden in the fold of his scully.
    Looking up at the sun shining brightly in the sky, he blocked his eyes with his hand and thought about the power of the sun. Up until that point, he had never even noticed it. As far as he was concerned, the sun didn’t shine in