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I was still desperately searching for a lie that would save me from all of this when I heard a voice coming from his phone. “You’re indian sooooo big.” “Am I bigger than your boyfriend?” I knew that voice. I knew what came next. Suddenly desperate, I clawed at the phone, trying to turn it off, shake it from his grip, stomp on it and smash it before he heard any more. “Oh, yes, you’re definitely bigger.” “Ryan, you don’t understand. You have to let me explain.” Then, that same voice, so obviously familiar but so hateful at the same time, “Oh yeah, Ryan’s little high school boy-cock is nothing compared to you. This thing is a hammer, he’s like a tiny little nail.” He closed the video, glaring at me one last time before hopping back into his car. I tried to follow him, tried to grab him and make him listen, but he was quickly firing up his engine and peeling out of my driveway. All I could do was watch as he sped away down the street. Well shit. interracial I told you so, girl. Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 09 I wore a thin tank top and very short skater skirt to travel in. I’d thought about wearing less but decided that it might not really be appropriate and I didn’t want to embarrass daddy. James arrived and loaded all our cases into the Bentley then we set off with me being quite excited. Remembering how little I’d seen the girls wear in Ibiza the previous years I was determined to have some fun and wear at least as little as those girls and even less when I could get away with it. At the airport Hardcore we sailed straight through the V.I.P. entrance and James stopped the car right next to daddy’s plane. I giggled to myself as I walked to the steps because it was quite breezy and my little skirt was blown up around my waist. The woman cabin crew person smiled at me and welcomed me aboard; not mentioning my exposure. At Ibiza airport we were met by another car and quickly whisked off to the yacht. The breeze at the airport in England was nothing compared to the one at Ibiza airport and I have no idea how many people must have seen my butt and pussy, but I didn’t care. In less than an hour the car was pulling into the car park at the Yachting Marina Botafoch. Daddy’s yacht is moored at the end near the car park so it was a quick walk onto the boat. We were greeted by 2 people; the Captain, an elderly man, and a young woman not much older than me, whilst the driver took our luggage to our suites. The Captain told daddy that the yacht was sea-worth and that we could go anywhere at any time. The young woman (Martina) informed daddy (reasonable English) that everything was ready for our visit and that the refrigerator and bar were stocked as requested. Whenever I have been to the boat in the past we have always eaten at one of the many cafés and restaurants that are close by, but daddy likes to have the basics available just in case. Daddy asked Martina to confirm that she would be there every day to clean-up and stock up. I smiled when she replied, “In the tarde.” I’d met the Captain before but Martina was new. “Right Georgia, I’m going to freshen up then we’ll go and see if Manuel is still at the café.” The café is the one just across the road from the entrance to the marina car park. I went to my cabin and took my clothes off, opened one of my cases and found one of my new summer dresses. Her interracial mind working quickly to figure a way to help Sandy Hauser, "OK, how about I hire you as their attorneys? Her body shivered as the time spent there came crashing back to her. 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