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University of Michigan, then open their own company.
    â€œPretend we never met,” Brian said just days ago, his blue eyes turning to ice as she sobbed her fate. She begged him and his parents to let her live in one of the wings of their mansion across the lake from Winston Hill.
    His dad looked up from the Sunday newspaper with Daddy’s picture on page one along with a story that revealed Mommy was black. “You deceived us, Victoria,” Mr. Martin said. “We knew about your Indian grandmother, not your black mother.” Mrs. Martin flinched as her husband continued. “Had you been open and honest with us, perhaps we could be more obliging to your tragic plight right now, but I’m afraid we could never trust you.”
    Then, after Brian ripped out her heart, he smashed it to bits by reading—with an executioner’s accusatory tone—the newspaper’s sidebar article about Mommy’s mysterious death. “An unnamed source tells The News that thirty-two-year-old Lynnette Winston’s dark beauty—with her caramel brown skin and black satin mane—was so bewitching and seductive, she literally aroused her husband to make love to her with such frequency and force that it killed her.”
    Brian looked up from the paper. His sandy hair clumped on his sweaty forehead, his angular cheeks reddened, his blue eyes glowed with disgust as he growled, “Your mom was a little freak and you won’t even fuck me!” Then he read more. “‘Mrs. Winston’s death certificate read: cardiac arrest from an undiagnosed congenital heart defect.’ Shoulda said sexual overdose! You little freaky bitch! It’s a good thing you’re finding this out now, before you let me or anybody else fuck you to death too!” He snatched her arm, yanking her into a little room where his parents would never hear him act on the rape roiling in his eyes.
    She kicked him in the dick she had sucked so many times. And she ran, crying, trembling, and hating the world. She ran a whole mile to Tiffany’s house, where her parents were also reading the Sunday paper.
    â€œEarth to Victoria!” Henry shouted, laughing. “Girl, you trippin’ up in the Twilight Zone! You in’a hood now. Betta pay attention, front, back, and sideways.”
    â€œYou gon’ live here?” asked a guy with cornows and denim overalls. “Yo, Pound, dis dat chick you was shown’ us on da news? Da one who daddy suck down some lead?”
    â€œShut the fuck up,” Henry shouted at him. “Dog, you sho’ she black?” another guy asked. “Booty don’t lie,” Henry said, his eyes scanning her jeans.
    â€œGirl, I got your back around these fools, too. Kay-Kay, though, she crazy. Keep your legs crossed when you sleep, else she’ll try to lick your pussy all night long.”
    Victoria kept her face a stiff mask, just like Daddy taught her.
    â€œHer girl stay here half the time, so she straight,” the guy in overalls said. “I mean she gay, but she straight when her girl—” The other guys cracked up.
    â€œLet me get you away from these clowns,” Henry said, putting his arm around Victoria. “’For they scare you half to death.”
    As he led her down the hallway, Victoria remembered how Henry taunted her in the church dinner hall after Mommy’s funeral. “Yo’ momma got fucked to death. Yo’ daddy loved black pussy so much he banged it up, dead.”
    Victoria, who was six, had no idea what Henry was talking about. All she knew was that whatever Mommy did to die that way, Victoria was never gonna do when she grew up.
    Ever.

Chapter 4
    Milan Henderson’s insides were a pent-up coil about to spring loose if Dr. Reynolds didn’t hurry up. It had been three hours, and ten more Studs and Sluts were still lounging around the plush red couches up here in Sex Squad HQ. Above them, in the tall paned