Why The 'Race Card' Is Played

It's a good night. So far. Me, two chicks, and a pint of KT. We were all drinkin. We weren't drunk. But judging from the amount of shots we take, and how silly we're acting we're all buzzing at least. I know I am. After riding around town for several hours, drinkin and having fun, we decide, it's time to call it a night. We drop the other chick off then head to her place. I've been feeling sex vibes from this chick all night. I can't wait to get to her place. I know I'm gonna get lucky tonight.  This bitch ain't perfect. She ain't all that bad either. She's a decent lookin white chick with short blond hair. She got a decent body. She got a decent early 90s 4 door maroon Grand Prix. She lives in a decent apartment on the second floor of a decent apartment building in a decent neighborhood. She got a decent head game and some decent pussy.  FULL STORY: https://www.whytheracecardisplayed.com/post/then-he-raped-me