Tyson Campbell

The guard couldn't figure out why this attractive, 25 year old white MBA student was here to see Tyson Campbell. He brought the 6'9, 280 pound 18 year old into the visitation room. He was very muscular, and his arms and chest were covered in tattoos. Oh my, Carrie thought, looking up at him. He picked up the phone on his side of the partition.

"Uhh, Mr. Campbell?" She said nervously. "I guess your lawyer told you about me?" He just smirked.

"Say your piece, bitch, or go. I don't give a fuck."

"Well, I uhh... I think I could talk to my sister and get her to drop the charges," Carrie said, looking down

"And why would you do that?"

"Well, I was hoping you'd let me take you out ... go on some dates." Tyson laughed, deep and loud."Oh, I see what this is. I might not 'date' you. Might drop a black baby in that belly though. Tell you what ... I want there to be a hearing when the charges get dropped. And I want you and your bitch sister to apologize to me. And I want you both dressed to show lives like mine matter, you understand. And when I get out, you come pick me up. Bring me a cheeseburger. A good one, like the types you white bitches eat. And some new shoes, Air Jordans. And get some weed. And then we'll talk about a 'date.'" Carrie thought for a long moment.

"I can do that."