"We couldn't have gotten too far away from the hotel," Brooke says, looking around. "Let's just keeping going."
The two white girls continue to jog around the city, looking for any familiar landmarks, but they see nothing memorable. The weather is getting hotter and the area is looking more and more dangerous. Brooke notices that her nipples are now peeking out from behind her shirt due to the heat.Starting to get nervous, Debbie says, "Maybe we should stop and ask for help."
Brooke turns to her redheaded friend. "Do you see any places that seem to be open? Or that might have people that speak English?"
Debbie looks around the area. It's a pretty run down area, and she doesn't want to be there longer than she has to. However, she spots a sign over a decrepit storefront that reads "Food."
Debbie points to the sign. "That's in English. Maybe someone there can help us!" Brooke nods to her and the girls approach the door. They knock, but no one answers. Inside, the girls can see a fat black man standing behind a counter, seemingly unfazed by their knocking. Brooke tries the door and notices it is open, and the two walk in.
"Excuse us!" Brooke calls to the man. "Do you speak English? We need directions!"
The man still does not reply.
"Hello? Please help!" Debbie pleads.
The man simply grunts.
However, a door further into the store opens up and a tall young black man walks out. "Hello, may I help you beautiful women?"
"Yes, thank you!" Brooke cries out. "We're lost and we need directions!"
"Hm, maybe I can help you," the young man replies. |