“No, no, don’t!” cried Clarence Taylor, pulling back from the bailiff as two other deputies approached.
Susan withdrew to avoid the gathering melee. This was not the pompous ass with the Gucci penny loafers and cardigans from school. This was a person ready to snap. No, he had snapped, and she was going to distance herself before she got caught in the maelstrom. But it was too late. Clarence had grabbed her waist and had her in a death grip, tearing her blouse, exposing her lace camisole, much to the delight of Kenneth Piedmont and all the other males present.
“Don’t let them take me, Susan!” he yelled. [Read more…]