Seanna's back aches tremendously after such a long bus ride. She wearily lifts her arms above her head and stretches. It's glorious. She smiles contentedly, until she opens her eyes. Then she notices a gruff old black man staring at her chest, currently thrust forward in mid-stretch. The redhead quickly slumps her shoulders forward, to make her big breasts less noticeable or inviting.
A moment passes, and the old man leans conspiratorally towards the girls. Seanna's heart begins to race.
"I'm getting off," the man mutters in English. "How about you?"
"Excuse me?" Nicole asks. She'd been off in her own little world and hadn't noticed the man's attention.
"Come with me, white girls," the man says.
"No, leave us alone," Seanna says, quietly but firmly.
"You don't understand. Where this bus stops, you will be taken by men into slavery. I promise you." Seanna and Nicole stare at him in horror. "But I can help you."
Suddenly the bus lurches to a stop. The man rises, looks at them once more, and gets off the bus.
"He can't be serious," Nicole says, shaking her head. "He can't be right. Can he?"
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