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Frida Gets Fracked!
Frida went to the reservation, to protest against oil fracking, on her personal crusade for justice. Little does she know, the rules are different on the rez, and this social justice warrior attorney is going to get fracked!
FOR ADULTS ONLY (18+)
Excerpt
Despite the heated exchange of earlier, I had not expected him to actually run across me again. I was on my way out of the state, going back west, and the chances were extremely low that I would ever even set eyes on this man again. For safety sake, we rarely make an appearance two weeks a row in the same spot, and this location had not proven to accomplish much of anything.
I looked at this stranger, as I stood next to the door of my car- I still had the keys in the ignition, and suddenly, I wished that this car had an old fashioned bench seat. With the shifter on the floor, it would be impossible for me to dive into the car and slide across the seat before he made his way over to me.
What is he going to do?
I was in this isolated clearing, in front of an abandoned house, alone and at the mercy of this stranger who already hated me. He is much bigger than me, a full head taller and solid muscle, and I had insulted him personally earlier. Plus, he was a man, and just because he had not attacked me in public, did not mean that he would refrain from doing so when it was just the two of us.
When you are face to face with a stronger enemy, sometimes the best thing to do is not to back down. Running shows fear, and even though I had every reason to be worried, I knew that I had very little chance of being able to flee before he made his way over to me. If I was going to make it out of here, then I was going to have to stand up to this man!
“What the hell do you want?” I barked.
My words did stop Connor in his tracks, behind the trunk of my car- they caught him by surprise.
I have the initiative- now use it, Frida!
“I was making sure you got your ass out of my reservation,” Connor said, smiling in his crooked way, “You ain’t wanted here.”
“Look, I am leaving,” I said, “If one of your colleagues hadn’t made me spill all my papers all over my car, I’d already be gone- so are you going to waste any more of my time?”
Connor thought about this for a second, considering what I had said.
“No,” Connor said, “ I am not going to waste any of your time- so I will get right to the point!”
“What?” I asked.
Is he going to attack me?
“You see, I know how bitches like you are,” Connor said, “You think you are all high and mighty, that you went to college so you know what’s what about everything.”
I might not know everything, but I know that I can make one call and have the cops here-
“See, I am just a dumb redneck Indian,” Connor laughed, “I only went to tenth grade, and then I got a job.”
I do feel some sympathy for those who don’t have a chance at life- that is why I volunteer to help clients such as the Honduran- but I don’t feel sympathy for White men. Straight White men might be poor, but they are not the ones who society treats different.
“You aren’t some Indian,” I said, “Yes, you might have a tribal card, but so what- I have seen Natives, and you aren’t one of them!”
“So you are the one that says who is a Native, and who isn’t?” Connor glared.
“You have green eyes!” I blurted out.
“Oh, I guess you are like the president,” Connor said, his tone changing to mock the man in the oval office, “I can tell who is an Indian, and she isn’t no Indian!”
I despise everything about that
FOR ADULTS ONLY (18+)
Excerpt
Despite the heated exchange of earlier, I had not expected him to actually run across me again. I was on my way out of the state, going back west, and the chances were extremely low that I would ever even set eyes on this man again. For safety sake, we rarely make an appearance two weeks a row in the same spot, and this location had not proven to accomplish much of anything.
I looked at this stranger, as I stood next to the door of my car- I still had the keys in the ignition, and suddenly, I wished that this car had an old fashioned bench seat. With the shifter on the floor, it would be impossible for me to dive into the car and slide across the seat before he made his way over to me.
What is he going to do?
I was in this isolated clearing, in front of an abandoned house, alone and at the mercy of this stranger who already hated me. He is much bigger than me, a full head taller and solid muscle, and I had insulted him personally earlier. Plus, he was a man, and just because he had not attacked me in public, did not mean that he would refrain from doing so when it was just the two of us.
When you are face to face with a stronger enemy, sometimes the best thing to do is not to back down. Running shows fear, and even though I had every reason to be worried, I knew that I had very little chance of being able to flee before he made his way over to me. If I was going to make it out of here, then I was going to have to stand up to this man!
“What the hell do you want?” I barked.
My words did stop Connor in his tracks, behind the trunk of my car- they caught him by surprise.
I have the initiative- now use it, Frida!
“I was making sure you got your ass out of my reservation,” Connor said, smiling in his crooked way, “You ain’t wanted here.”
“Look, I am leaving,” I said, “If one of your colleagues hadn’t made me spill all my papers all over my car, I’d already be gone- so are you going to waste any more of my time?”
Connor thought about this for a second, considering what I had said.
“No,” Connor said, “ I am not going to waste any of your time- so I will get right to the point!”
“What?” I asked.
Is he going to attack me?
“You see, I know how bitches like you are,” Connor said, “You think you are all high and mighty, that you went to college so you know what’s what about everything.”
I might not know everything, but I know that I can make one call and have the cops here-
“See, I am just a dumb redneck Indian,” Connor laughed, “I only went to tenth grade, and then I got a job.”
I do feel some sympathy for those who don’t have a chance at life- that is why I volunteer to help clients such as the Honduran- but I don’t feel sympathy for White men. Straight White men might be poor, but they are not the ones who society treats different.
“You aren’t some Indian,” I said, “Yes, you might have a tribal card, but so what- I have seen Natives, and you aren’t one of them!”
“So you are the one that says who is a Native, and who isn’t?” Connor glared.
“You have green eyes!” I blurted out.
“Oh, I guess you are like the president,” Connor said, his tone changing to mock the man in the oval office, “I can tell who is an Indian, and she isn’t no Indian!”
I despise everything about that
23 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 10, 2019
About the author
Lady Devreux
264 books7 followersI was born in England, and I discovered early on that I enjoy writing about almost everything that is erotic and exciting. In real life, I am a pretty boring person, with a mortgage, two cats and a rabbit, but through my writing I am able to discuss and explore things that I would never publicly admit to having as turn ons!
As life is short, one must discover what one enjoys- and when one cannot engage in such behavior for whatever the reason may be, that is why we have the world of literature. My characters are as varied in their motivations and desires as many of us are, my writing spans a wide variety of sub-genres of erotica, and is best suited for those who have an open mind.
Cheers!
As life is short, one must discover what one enjoys- and when one cannot engage in such behavior for whatever the reason may be, that is why we have the world of literature. My characters are as varied in their motivations and desires as many of us are, my writing spans a wide variety of sub-genres of erotica, and is best suited for those who have an open mind.
Cheers!
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