The bus driver looked Molly over as she boarded the bus and grabbed her bag. Her uncle and aunt weren't really expecting her anyways; the Christian thing would be to show these poor immigrants that she wasn't afraid of them just because they were black. She should try and be friends with them.
When she returned to the restaurant, the four men were nowhere to be found. Puzzled, she exited the restaurant just as a big van pulled up in front. The windows were all darkened. The back door slid open and she was relieved to see that it was her four new friends inside. They smiled at her and beckoned her over.
Molly walked over and handed one of them her pack and then climbed into the back of the van. The door slammed shut behind her.
She was surprised to see there was no seats in the back of the van, just this foam padding on the floor with a blanket thrown over it. One of the Africans drove the van and the other three were in the back with Molly. It was quite dark back there, especially with the tinted windows.
It was a warm summer evening, so Molly was wearing shorts and a V-neck T-shirt. As she entered the van, she found herself on her hands and knees in front of one of the Africans. She smiled up at him shyly. He looked down at her hungrily. She became aware that from his vantage point he could see right down her top. She tried to sit back, but the door was still behind her. She heard the doors lock as the van sped away.
One of the Africans put his hand on Molly's backside, gently encouraging her away from the door and towards his friends. As she looked at the wide eyes and wide smiles of the dark Africans in the van, she started to worry that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. |