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The continuation of the thrilling and spicy tale of love and murder led by an entourage of savvy and sophisticated, wayward teens, and their ghastly secrets.

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The victory dance wasn’t the celebration the co-eds expected, but it was still a party nevertheless. Everyone waited for the football team to filter into the dance hall. Some players were reluctant, unsure of the reception they would receive from their disappointed fans. Everyone was expecting a victory dance, not an ego-soothing fest. But to the Dolphins’ surprise their fans offered encouraging words of defeat.

Rachel stood amongst the crowd watching the players as they entered into the gym, in search of DC. He was no where to be seen. “Hey, Joe,” she asked, walking over to the six foot-three-inch tall, 230 pound, fullback. “Where’s DC?”

Big Joe Allen reigned from Mississippi and was DC’s suitemate. A jolly personality and irresistible dimples made him the most popular guy on campus. “He didn’t feel too much like celebrating tonight, Rachel. He’s back in the dorm.” Rachel knew she would be taking a chance by trying to sneak into DC’s room. She thought for sure she’d find Coach Highsmith lurking around the Dolphins’ private dorm trying to ease DC’s pain. But she decided to take the chance anyway and walked over to King Hall. If she saw anyone, she’d just duck and hide.

With heed, Rachel crept up to the third floor of King Hall, and anxiously eased down the corridor to room 312. Standing in front of DC’s room, she listened at the door for any obvious voices, but heard none. She softly tapped on the door.

“DC? Are you in there? It’s me,” she whispered. A moment or two passed before she heard any movement, and then the door slowly opened. DC stood looking defeated. His eyes were fire red, and he reeked of alcohol. “Are you okay?” Rachel asked, reaching out to touch the side of his face. DC walked away and Rachel followed him into his room. Looking around, she saw the room was in complete disarray. Clothes were thrown all over the place. The twin-sized mattresses were sprawled upon the floor. Two wooden chairs were turned over, and beer cans and liquor bottles were scattered about the room.

DC walked over to the opposite side of the room and stood staring at the wall. Rachel walked over toward him, stepping over the mess that lay across the floor. “DC, are you all right,” she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. DC continued to stare at the wall. “I want to help,” she said. “It’s not the end of the world. You’ll win it for us next year.” Fear surged through Rachel’s body as she felt DC’s shoulder begin to tremble.

“I blew it. I froze. I let everyone down,” he mumbled.

“It could happen to anyone,” Rachel consoled. “You had a lot of pressure on you.”

DC quickly turned around to face Rachel. “Pressure? What do you know about pressure? Pressure is the name of the game. I’m better than that. I’m the best quarterback this side of the Appalachians. Haven’t you heard?! Pressure? I’m supposed to put the pressure on the other team, not the other way around,” he yelled, then angrily pushed Rachel aside.

Rachel stumbled in her three-inch heels, but managed to keep herself from falling. “Baby, all I’m saying is that it’s not the end of the world. There are other games.”

“But everyone was counting on me to bring back a Homecoming victory. There’s only one Homecoming game, and I blew it,” he yelled.

“No one blames you, Baby. The Seahorses are a good team. You did your best.” The room grew suspense-fully silent. DC slowly turned around to face Rachel with flaming and intoxicating eyes.

“What are you doing here,” he managed to spout. Rachel trembled. She was sure this wasn’t the man she was so fond of.

“I want to help.”

DC moved in closer to Rachel. His eyes transfixed and demonized. “What can you do to help? Did you come here to throw yourself at me? Did you think you could get me into bed and make everything okay?”

Rachel shook with fright. “No, that’s not…

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

“DC, that’s not why I came….”

“You said you wanted to help. Take off your clothes. I need you.”

“But DC,…..”

DC grabbed Rachel’s face and pulled her lips into his. His kiss was sloppy and rough.

“DC,..” Rachel said, trying to pull away. “You’re hurting me!”

DC released her with a thrust. Rachel stumbled backward, tripping over a pile of clothes. “I thought you said you wanted to help?”

“I do. But you’re drunk! You’re upset,” she said, holding on to the footboard of his bed.

DC walked over to Rachel and gently brushed away the honey-brown hair from her face. “I’m sorry, Baby. But I need you right now. I want you. I need you to make love to me.” DC moved in and placed a rough kiss on Rachel’s neck. His hands moved to her ass and he roughly held her cheeks within his palms. He placed turbulent wet kisses across her protruding cleavage. He then moved up her golden-yellow colored body to jam his tongue into her mouth. Rachel tried to resist and pull away from his hold but he refused to let her go. He reached down to snatch up her dress, ripping her Versace. She tried moving away, but DC wasn’t letting go. “Wait. Wait, DC! Let me,” she said, moving away from him, pulling down her torn dress.

DC took a few steps back, salivating as he watched Rachel undress. He mumbled, “Yeah, take it off, Baby. Let DC see that soft beautiful body.”

Rachel slowly pulled her Versace over her head and stood clad in a simple bra and thong. She saw DC’s eyes glaze over her body. “Shouldn’t you place the mattress back onto the bed,” she asked.

“No. Let’s do it on top of my desk here.”

“DC,…” Rachel began, trying to object. But DC had already made his way over to her, pulling her warm body into his. Again, he started with stormy kisses.

Rachel knew not to struggle with him. He wasn’t letting go. So she resolved to submit to his rough groping. Shortly after, Rachel began to return DC’s sloppy kisses and moved with his flow.

“That’s it, Baby. You know how I like it,” DC moaned, grinding up against her. Suddenly, he scooped Rachel up into his arms and commanded her to straddle his waist. DC then walked them over to his study desk and gently sat Rachel atop. He grabbed at her full breasts and placed them into his mouth. Rachel watched as he devoured her mounds. She didn’t know how to feel. DC feels good, she thought to herself. But this is not how she wanted to comfort him. She wanted to talk. She wanted to let him know she would stand by his side. But Rachel saw DC wasn’t giving in. So she resolved to go with the moment.

Rachel reached behind her back to undo the lace bra and her breasts came spilling out onto DC’s face. “You are so beautiful,” he moaned while rolling his face around in her plump softness. Rachel then reached to pull DC’s t-shirt over his head. It reeked of alcohol. She went down to unbutton his pants as DC placed his sour lips onto hers. The smell from his breath was pungent, but Rachel tried to ignore it. Rachel released DC from his undergarment as he removed her thong.

“I need to win here, Rachel,” he moaned. “Let me make a touchdown here.” Rachel straddled herself around his waist as DC made his way into the in-zone.

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