If she's hanging out with the football team, she obviously likes tough guys, right?
"No, Ellen, this stops here and now. I can't let these bullies take advantage of a sweet small-town girl. Especially not you."
"Aww..." she says, smiling. She kisses you tenderly on the lips.
You feel a rush of bravado. "I want to talk to these fuckers right now, Ellen. Who is this guy?" you ask, pointing to the mighty phallus displayed on the photograph.
"Deion Ward," she replies. "He lives in a house just off-campus with some of the other football players."
Ellen leads you over to Deion's house, hand-in-hand. Her temperment is greatly improved and she's smiling and chatty again. She positively skips up to the front porch of the house and rings the doorbell.
A massive barrel-chested black man answers the door. He smiles at Ellen, but scowls at you.
Uh, oh. |