Coffee, Cream and Curry: The African American/ Caribbean Experience (Stories of Empowerment Book 1)

The hawk stood there, silent, watching her. A snake coiled in her stomach.

Then Mr. Henley’s mood changed. A smile crept across his lips and he spoke gently. “I know what the problem is. You’re nervous. Don’t worry about it, Beth. Nobody has to know. Let’s just have our own little fun.”

He cocked his head to one side as he watched her. The snake wound itself tighter. “You make me feel good and I make you feel good. You know I have money, and that’s all you need, isn’t it?” The voice was sickly sweet syrup – taunting, repulsing. “You could get anything you want. I’d make sure of it. Just share some pleasure with me and we’ll both be happy. So, what about it?”

As he spoke he moved closer…and closer still. The snake coiled tight, tight in her belly, twisting her insides. The man lifted his hand to touch her and she spun around, teeth bared, the knife pointing straight at his chest.

“If you touch me I sink this knife right in your belly.” She spoke through clenched teeth, fighting to keep the snake inside. Her chest heaved with the rising urge to strike. “I would prepare to go to prison before I let you put your nasty hand on me.”

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