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to finish school first. She’s at U.C. Berkeley working on her masters in molecular and biochemical nutrition.”
    Damn, she sounds like one real boring bitch. And with a name like Meagan I bet she a white girl
. She watched Box fold down the upper bunk. “What is molecular whatever-the-hell you said?”
    Box walked over to the closet and removed the spare blankets and pillows for Trenda. “It’s the study of the effects of nutrition on diseases such as cancer, diabetes, etcetera.”
    Trenda yawned. “Okay, enough. You makin’ my head hurt.” Box nearly went into cardiac arrest as he watched Trenda unzip her pink velour top. “Well, I’m going to bed. Talk to you in the morning.”
    For a moment, his mouth moved like a fish trying to breathe air. “Uhhh…wow…okay.” The sight of her pink lace bra-covered cleavage made his balls tickle and his dick straighten out. He turned and looked out of the window in order to conceal his condition. “I guess I’ll turn in, too.”
    I knew you’d like that
. She watched him attempt to hide his stiffness. She then walked over to the bed. “Can you help me up?”
    He whipped his head around. “Huh?”
    She pointed at the upper bed with her thumb. “How am I supposed to get up there?”
    Box walked over to the end of the bed. “You climb up here by standing on the edge of the bottom bed and pulling yourself up.”
    Trenda yawned. “I’m too tired to do all that. Come over here and lift me up.”
    He fought to hide a smile as he scratched his forehead. “Okay.”
    As he walked over, Trenda turned toward the bed and placed her hands on top. “Grab me by the waist and lift.”
    Both his pulse and breathing quickened as he wrapped his bighands around her small waist. Once she was halfway up, he had to push her up the rest of the way by placing his hand on her soft ass. That treat left his palms sweaty with a yearning to pull those pink pants off her. “Are you going to be okay up there? Are those two blankets enough?”
    Trenda leaned over the bed. “Yes. I’m gonna be all right.” She then kissed him lightly on the lips, then tucked herself in. “I had fun tonight.”
    Box slowly opened his eyes after the soft kiss. After a quiet moment, he grinned. “It was my pleasure…believe me.”
    After Box turned off the lights and climbed into his bed, Trenda lay on her side listening to the
clickety-clack
of the train.
I just might be able to get ol’ Box to let me stay at his place for a minute until I get myself together, if I can figure out a way to deal with his girlfriend issue.
Trenda then drifted in and out of troubled sleep as stress-filled thoughts of her dilemma refused to let her rest.
    An hour later, after tossing and turning, Trenda’s eyes fluttered open.
What the hell is that?
She lifted her head off the pillow and listened. Below the sound of the train clacking on the tracks and the intermittent blows of the train whistle, Trenda heard a low grunting sound and covers rustling. She then quietly leaned her head over the edge of the bed and looked. In the dim light of the city the train rolled past, she caught a brief glimpse of Box, on his back with his eyes closed, stroking his dick underneath his covers.
Oh shit!
She then quickly and silently lay back down.
I can’t believe he’s down there jackin’ off!

Ten
    A t 2:00 a.m., back in Baltimore, as Trenda lay in her bunk fascinated by the power of her pussy, Darius—with Tyrone riding shotgun—slowly cruised down Pratt Street in search of their best informant, “Thin Tim.”
    â€œWhat makes you think Tim’s tweaked-out ass is gonna have any info?” Tyrone asked as he and Darius cruised the areas Thin Tim was known to frequent.
    Darius slowed for a red light, then sped through it once he saw no approaching vehicles. “If