Convince her to come with you

It is pitch black outside and you are throwing rocks at Victoria’s window. After a few good tosses a light comes on. You see shadows dance across the wall and guess that she is putting on clothes. Eventually she opens the window and squints down at you with a frown. You make a shushing motion and toss up a rope of bed sheets tied together. She rolls her eyes and disappears for a moment before giving you a thumbs up to start climbing.

You reach the top with your arms struggling and she helps pull you in. “Has my prince returned to rescue me from my tower?” she teases. “Or maybe he has only come for his kiss? I would expect nothing more from a man.” You chuckle at her humor.

“It is the first one, my fair maiden, but the second one couldn’t hurt either. I found a place for you to hide,” you tell her.

“Really? Where? Is it dangerous? I don’t want you getting hurt just because I am too much of a pussy to go to my fresh meat gangbang. I promise I will only need to hide until everybody forgets about my birthday and I can go back to school like normal. I will just shave my head or something and hope nobody recognizes me.” You laugh at such a ridiculous thought.

“Where we are going you won’t need to shave anything. You won’t need to worry about fresh meat gangbangs or unwanted sex at all. I am taking you to the place I was born, where whites can refuse the orders of a black.” She looks confused and scared.

“You want to take me across the border? Are you nuts? I am not getting killed just to avoid a gangbang,” she insists.

“It isn’t like that. It’s…” you try to formulate an explanation that doesn’t sound insane. Suddenly there is a voice from the other side of the door.

“Victoria, what are you doing up so late? Go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow.” It’s her mother.

“Yes mom,” Victoria says, guiding you back to the window. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, “Don’t do anything stupid. Just be there to support me and it will mean more to me than anything in the world.” She helps you out onto the windowsill and gives you an apologetic look as you descend. She throws the makeshift rope down and you return home having failed Plan A. It is only once you are safely under your covers and trying to get some much needed rest that you realize you forgot your kiss.