Bria almost makes it home...

Bria Jeurgen was relieved to almost be home, but when she turned the last corner she stopped abruptly. Raoul's house was only a couple of doors down from where the blonde girl stood, but she noticed a small gang of half-a-dozen black guys about her age loitering in front of the property, smoking and laughing.

Having grown up in small-town Minnesota with racist parents, Bria had learned to regard blacks with fearful wonder, as threateningly but temptingly virile, well-endowed and with an insatiable sexual appetite for white girls like her. And this group matched the blacks she repeatedly fantasized about defiling and gang-**** her. She looked down at her perfect body and alluring attire, and concluded that these boys would not be able to resist using her for their own pleasure.

As the teen stood on the street corner contemplating her options, Bria noticed that there was a light on at the upstairs office of Rocky's Talent Agency, and then heard the sound of a girl laughing coming from the nearest building, a men's homeless shelter. Just then, a van with tinted windows pulled up and the middle-aged man behind the wheel leaned out to look the blonde over carefully. "Hey, want to make some money?" he called to her.

She did, but she was hesitant to approach the van. What should she do? Approach the van? Go to Rocky's? Investigate the shelter? Or try to get past the gang to get into the house?