Prof. Angelina Williams was popular, since she made her way from the university into politics. But she was more then popular, she was already feared and hated by her enemies. She stepped on many toes, and many men didn't like her feministic attitudes, while women, especially the white ones, attributed her success only to her looks. She wasn't bad looking, for sure. She was very slim with a fantastic waist, but had quite a juicy behind and firm breasts. Her dark face was pretty and intelligent, her frameless glasses giving her an intellectual touch. Her round, large afro was quite spectacular, although some critiques said she looked like a black panther chick from the past. But she never used her sex appeal, or at least she did not think so. She always took care not to dress to daring.
So tonight she wore a long, black turtleneck with a white belt over her waist, and black bellbottom pants and white boots. She had been on a congress where she made an speech, bashing at her enemies. They blamed her for being racistic and sexistic herself, which was ridiculus. Nor was she really a lesbian, as some rumors where going on. It was true, she lived alone, and didn't have any sex for at least ten years. She had some boyfriends in her youth, all black like herself, but only one of them had managed to lay her, but he turned out to be a crook and traitor. Since then, she despised all men, no matter if white or black.
Now she was driving through the town of the upper white class, the people that hated her most. Just in that moment, she heard a tire blow. She stopped the car, not able to drive on. It got worse. It was late in the night, she had no spare tire and her mobile wasn't working. She got out of the car.
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