I hadn’t even considered the possibility. He was just a guy, a guy who had an endless supply of drugs and a shitload of money. It wasn’t hard to gravitate towards him. Jamal was gorgeous and he knew it. I was no slacker in the looks department so it seemed like karma that we began hooking up. This was the first time since I arrived in this small town in south eastern Alabama that I was actually enjoying myself. Teaching English to a bunch of school kids who weren’t really interested was not what I would call a dream job. The night life wasn’t too stimulating here either unless you were able to get in with the right crowd. It seemed Ike I hit the mother-load with Jamal and his friends.
Coming from the Liberal Northeast, I had no issue with Jamal and his friends being black. I was tall with dark hair that reached down past my shoulders, my complexion was light with a little tan, my boobs weren’t huge but they were firm and they weren’t fake.
View attachment 1099712All the other teachers at the school knew about Jamal and I but nobody really said anything to me, at least no to my face anyway. I never asked Jamal about how me made his money, I just enjoyed the ride. Then one of the boys on the highs school football team overdosed at a party after a Friday night game.
Thats when everything changed for Me and Jamal. That’s when I found out for sure how he made all that money. Jamal and his friends were all arrested. It seems the kid that overdosed was from a very rich and influential family and now all of a sudden the police weren’t looking the other way. One of the other female teachers shared the fact with the police that Jamal and I were getting it on. I wasn’t arrested I didn’t have anything that do with the drugs.
Late that same night I was awoken by a commotion outside the country house I rented. There was a burning cross on my lawn along with twenty or more hooded men wearing white robes . Before I could call for help several of the robed men came crashing through my door and grabbed me. I was dragged outside in my nightgown and made to kneel in front of the burning cross. “ Lisa Carter, a jury of your peers has found you guilty of consorting with a black man. We sentence you to 50 lashes with the bullwhip , a painful lesson that you will not soon forget.” They tore my nightgown from my body and held my arms as I knelt before them totally naked.
View attachment 1099715I prayed as they threw a rope over a tree limb and lied the end to my wrists. Suddenly I could feel my arms pulled upward and soon I found myself stretched taught, my toes barely touching the ground. A robed man stepped behind me “
View attachment 1099714 You count the strokes. Count real loud for me girl. If you mess up we start all over again.”