Brenda 42, Something weird on the building

Note: this route will be from the perspective of one of the victims and will have a lot of race play.

Finally a day off, I was needing one after so much stress in the hospital, we got a lot of surgeries this week and I had to do some overtime. I take a look at myself using more casual clothes, some jeaans shorts who hugged my shapped ass and a big shirt who covered well my heavy chest. I was really pretty for my age, a hot ebony woman for sure. I adjusted my curly long hair and once I got it rightI left the room.

My husband is working today to to get ready to his presentation, but my girls are on break from college today. They will probably me stuck in their worlds anyway so I shouldn't get disturbed.

I scrolled trough my phone for a while, but got bored soon. I went out of the apartment to have a bit of fresh air, I lived on the fifth floor so I had such a nice view from up there. While I was looking at the movement down there I saw the building owner putting some security cameras aroumd the place. "Hey Ben, what are you doing with those?" I asked curious. We already had some cameras here, but he was putting a lot more which doesn't seemed necessary for me.

"Of course I am trying to protect us, with the criminality raising everywhere we never know when it's security enough here." I tried to think again about what he just said, but it didn't made any sense for me. "Ben, we are having the lowest crime rate here in ages. Did you forget the reason these apartments are so seeked?" I almost laughed at him, it was nothing like Ben to be so scared about ****, not here at least. He must be watching a lot of sensationalist news lately.

"Say for yourself, I think we should get ready for the worst. Don't worry girl, I won't raise the rent because of that, at least for now." He let out a laugh, then went back to the wiring stuff with the other guy working for the security company. After that, I went downstairs to meet my friend Cindy, she lived two floors below me and we loved to talk whenever we had time. I knocked on the door a few times and waited for her, she didn't worked and used her time to take care of the house, her husband was the one who aways went out to work.

"Hey Brenda! Long time no see, I bet you were pretty busy lately to not see me the entire week. Come in." Cindy was youngrr than me just reaching 30, a blonde woman who used glasses and had a decent body. She was sounding really happy, but what surprised me was her choice of clothes. She and her husband were really religious people, so her dress code was close to a nun. But today she was dressing like a teenager, showing a lot of her belly and legs. "Are you feeling ok? Don't you think wearing that would be against god's will or something?" Even being friends, she already talked a lot about my choice of clothing, I don't wanna look like a slut but I like to dress confortably and my body is way too curvy to hide everything.

"I don't think so, and even if he does I don't feel like using those baggy clothes again. These ones are so much better." She said turning around for me. That was quite a surprise to be honest, I liked the more daring vibe she had now but it didn't felt like her at all to talk and act like that. "If you say so, but don't blame me if David starts harrasing you. That sick perv aways do it with me, if he wasn't so old I think I would hit his face already." I said laughing, but instead of her usual self Cindy didn't agreed with me.

"He's not a perv, he's just a man and they usually are like that. Can you blame the guy for ogling our bodies? It just can't be helped Brenda." Ok, this is getting really weird, did Cindy just agreed with David pervy acts? "I am not sure if this is right... don't you remember how he stole one of your panties? Even worse, don't you remember how he called me yhe first time he moved here?" Everything he did to us was very clear in my mind.

"I do, but I still don't think he's that bad. I know you are angry at him, but try to look at it from his point of view. Even when he called you... that name, he probably was not trying to be mean." I just can't believe it! That piece of shit called me a black whore and Cindy is trying to reasonate with his acts. "I think I am going back home." I said getting up. She looked at me sad and tried to make me stay. "I am sorry for making you angry, I just wanna make sure everyone has a chance to make it better. God wanna save us all and maybe David will have his forgiveness as well."

I tried to make sense of her words, but I was still angry at her. "It's okay, I am just a bit angry, I will see you later but I need to refresh my mind." I said trying to think about it on another way, she was not the one who did all that anyway. The one I shoud be angry at is David, after I went out of Cindy's apartament I watched over his one. He lived two doors from her but didn't went out of there so often, even so everytime he did and opened that mouth of his I would feel my blood boil.

My husband never let me confront him, he said I should be superior but I don't wanna act like that. I should confront him and say everything I have in mind. Instead of going back to my apartment I knocked on his door and waited for a few secs before she opened it. "What do you want?" He said with a angry face. He was a old fat man who was a bit smaller than me, living alone since his wife left. "What do I want? I want you to stop being a gross perv, I also also want you to stop dropping those racial slurs over me and my family."

He seemed surprised by my words, not everyone would confront him so directly. "I will never do that, everything I said it's truth after all." He didn't folded even after being confronted, still holding those twisted ideals of his. I can't believe he's being like that, but something hit me, maybe Cindy was right about him. I should come inside and understand him better. "Can I come in so we can talk better? I am sure we will find a way to get along. Oh, I hope you don't mind if I take this off." I said taking my shirt off and getting inside as he nodded with his head. It's much easier to relax with my girls hanging more freely.