Paradigm

They had now focused their attention to the woman he was with. Her skin color was a shade generally classified as European in origin.

"What the fuck? Can you believe that shit. That's how he got in here. That bitch must have brought him in here as a guest. Guess she has 'jungle fever,'" piped in George after the short stretch of silence. This brought about a few chuckles.

George's peers began talking again, but George wasn't paying much attention. He was focused in on the girl the man was with. He began feeling angrier and angrier. "That's what's wrong with this fucking country. People like her let niggers and spics and the like run around doing whatever they want. Even fucking them. I bet he's gonna’ make her suck his dick. He probably won't have to, she'll do it anyway…" Thoughts such as these kept going through his head.

Eventually his peers began growing bored of sitting and talking and decided to leave.

"You coming, George?" one of them put the question to him.

"No, I'm all right. I'm going to stay for awhile."

His friends departed. George stayed there watching the man and the girl that accompanied him. They were talking and laughing and... "Look at them. I can tell by the look in her eyes she wants to fuck him. Sickening."

George's deep gazes went by unnoticed, only because most of the other patrons of the restaurant had regularly shot curious, even resentful, glances at the couple. They had become somewhat accustomed to this and had learned how to ignore such things. As long as no one tried to start any trouble...

The man got up and kissed his partner on the corner of her mouth. From his table, George could make out the words, "See you later, baby." The girl responded, but George couldn't quite make out what she said. She picked up a book and read for a few minutes. George was watching her all of the time.

Fifteen minutes had passed and she was getting up to leave. George had been at the club for quite some time and it was becoming dark. Most of the patrons had left. The girl collected her things and left. George counted to ten, and followed after her.

George was becoming increasingly hostile. How dare someone violate his paradigm? Something had to be done as far as George was concerned.

There was no one else in the parking lot when the girl got to her car. She fumbled in her purse for her keys when a man came up behind her and grabbed her mouth. She tried to scream but it was muffled. Her assailant tightened his grip over her mouth.

"Shut up, nigger lover!"

She tried to scream again and her assailant struck her.

"Why did you bring a jungle bunny into my club?"

She tried to speak but it was muffled. George was curious as to what she was saying so he loosened his grip on her mouth.

"What?"

"He brought me. He's new to the club and he asked if I wanted to come," the girl said between sobs.

George ignored the last statement because it did not fit his paradigm.

"You were about to go see him weren't you?"

She did not answer.

"Weren't you?! Answer me, bitch!"

"Yes... I-- I was."

"You were going to fuck him, weren't you? Yeah, you were gonna suck his cock and then let him stick it in you, right? ..... FUCKING ANSWER ME!"

"I don’t know…"

George reared back to strike her.

"Maybe! Yes!"

George snickered. He lowered his other hand from her side to her groin. He began to rub her. She sobbed again as tears began to flow down her cheeks.