I am a tall, well-built white guy of twenty-six, married with two kids. About two years ago when I was doing some drilling work in the South, I met a seventeen-year-old black girl named Sarah on the ranch where I was drilling.

She was one of the prettiest black girls I have ever seen, shiny blue/black hair, great soft brown eyes, a full sensitive mouth. She was slightly on the skinny side, but in my opinion, it only made her more alluring. With her body and looks, she could easily have been one of those catwalk models you see on TV.

Debbie was standing at the door of her friend Jackie’s house, a little nervous about the prospect of spending the night. They’d only known each other a few weeks, and yet a curious bond had developed almost from the beginning.

They had met at the department store where they both worked; they were both 18 and just out of high school for the summer, but they couldn’t be more different.