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  The Story of Midnight	
  by Master Drake
	
    The room was dark. Pitch black. The sounds of crickets chirping could be heard 
 form outside. The only light came from the slight opening of a heavy, thick, window 
 curtain. A straight, narrow line of moon light shone through, revealing a penis sticking 
 out of the darkness. The penis was long and slender. Very stiff and erect. A small hand 
 with long slender fingers came out of the darkness. The hand slowly approached the penis.
 It, using the index and middle fingers, caressed the penis starting from the tip of the
 head all the way down to the base of the neck. The hand then made its way back up. A 
 bead of sperm formed at the spout of the penis. The white, sticky bead glistened in 
 the moonlight. The index finger pressed against the bead and then pulled away. Then came
 a low, sexually satisfied moan. The hand then reapproached the penis that was now 
 glistening from being drenched in it's own seed. The fingers stretched out to feel 
 the sticky texture of the penis, but came to a sudden halt as the door opened and the
 lights were turned on. 

    Standing at the door was a small young girl, no older than five or six. She had long
 blond hair, reaching down to just above the waist. A big white ribbon was tied in her 
 hair.  She had dark blue eyes and long, dark eyelashes. In her eyes was the look of 
 insecurity. Her nose was small, but cute; it sniffled and twitched.  Her lips were a 
 pale pink; they trembled like she was about to cry. Her skin was light and fair, with a 
 slight pinkish tint around the cheeks.  She wore an oversized t-shirt, that acted as 
 a night gown. It bore a Precious Moments' angel. The shirt came down to expose her thin 
 short legs with knobby knees. Upon her feet she wore white, bunny slippers; the kind 
 that covers the whole foot, with an elastic band gripping around the ankle. In her right 
 hand she clutched a small brown, fuzzy, slightly worn teddy bear. She was beautiful.   
 She was innocent.
    The girl gazed out at what the light now revealed. It revealed two nude bodies of 
 godly stature. One was a slightly tanned  man sitting in a brown, wicker chair. He had 
 short, curly brown hair, accompanied with a strong muscular jaw line. His arms were 
 muscular, his chest buff with wash-board abs. His legs were strong. His pubes were shaven.
    On the ground infront of the man was a woman. She laid up right on her side on the 
 hard, cold, wooden floor, leaning on her right hand with hers legs laid out. Her skin, 
 like the man's, was tanned, but had a lighter tint all over her body. Her hair, thick, 
 black and shimmering, flowed down her shoulders all the way down to her waist. She was 
 thin, and slightly built. Her breasts were modestly large, and were firm. Her nipples are
 hard and colored a dark wild cherry red. A pair of black panties lay at her slender, dainty 
 feet. Her left hand, with fingers stretched, was stopped in mid air, reaching out for the 
 man's penis. There was a bed behind the woman, with a window hanging over  it. The 
 window's curtains were made of a thick, heavy, dark blue material; there was an oriental 
 pattern embroidered upon them. Next to the bed, on the right side of the headboard, was 
 a small nightstand. The walls of the room were painted white with a flower pattern 
 bordering the edge of the ceiling. The door way at which the girl stood was to the 
 woman's left.
    The woman turned her head toward the child in the doordway. "Samantha," she said in 
 a low, soft, voice. "What's wrong, dear?" The girl now clutched the bear with both hands,
 holding it close to her young, barren bosom, as tears began to fill her eyes. The tears 
 didn't trickle down, but rather filled her eyes; blurring her vision. "Samantha, what's 
 the matter? Come here," said the woman, trying again to coax the child into telling her what
 was wrong. The girl still stood in the door way, clutching her bear tighter; she was 
 obviously in some kind of shock. Tears now began to slowly trickle down the edges of the
 girl's eyes. 
     "I'm what's the matter," came a low, soft male voice from the behind the girl in the 
 door way. A tall male stepped up behind the girl. He wore a dark navy blue cap; the bill 
 of the cap casted a long shadow on the man's long face. His ears were fairly big and stuck 
 out. His chin was small and round. He wore a blue flannel jacket, with the word "Mike" 
 embroidered in white letters upon the left breast. His arms were thin and long, with huge 
 awkward looking hands at the ends. He placed these hands upon the girl's shoulders. The girl
 let out a low moan; a weak attempt at a whimper. Her heart began to beat wildly out of 
 control. Urine trickled down her legs; staining her night shirt. The tears stopped and she 
 stared into oblivion; her eyes froze over with fear. 
     The nude man stood up out of his chair. "Who-who are you? How did you get into my 
 house," he said in a low, confused, angry voice. He was ready to assess and control the 
 situation. "What is wrong with my daughter?"
     The man in the door way bowed his head, as if in shame. In a low, muffled voice he 
 began, "I-I...". The end of the sentence was too mumbled to understand. 
     "Speak up," demanded the naked man.
     "I-I..." started the man in the doorway. Again another failed attempt to convey 
 his words.
     "I can't hear you!" yelled the naked man, now beginning to quickly lose his temper.
     Then the man in the doorway snapped. He quickly pulled his head up, stuck his neck out 
 with veins popping, looking straight at the naked man. For the first time his face was totally 
 revealed. He looked to be about in his mid to late 20's, he had a dark 5 o'clock shadow, a 
 long slender nose, and his eyes were a dark brown with thick bushy eyebrows. It appeared his
  head was shaven. Rage and terror shone from his eyes. "I raped you're daughter, okay! Are 
 you happy now?!" he shouted. As he shouted this he shoved the girl down onto the hard, wooden 
 floor. He shoved her down with so much force that her right arm broke, and her head received
  a concussion. 
     "Oh my god," said the woman, rushing to check on the child, now crying once again. 
     The naked man opened up the drawer of the night stand next to the bed, and pulled out a 
 .45 mm pistol. Shouting "You son of a bitch!", he fired 2 shots at the man in the doorway; 
 one to the chest, the other in the forehead. Blood and brains splattered onto the girl and 
 the woman; most of it landed on the girl. Luckily, the body  fell backwards into the hallway
 and not ontop of the girl. The woman, of whom was now in terror herself, tightly held the girl
  in her arms and prayed.

    "Holy fucking shit! How am I going to explain this shit to my wife!" yelled the man. 
 "She'll be home fuckin'  tommorow". He was infuriated. He was naked with what appeared to 
 be his mistress, had an injured and abused girl, and there was a stranger's corpse laying 
 in the hallway.  


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