The old wagon's creaking and Ben's iron-shod feet clicking on the hard surfaced road sounded much louder than usual in the unnatural quiet. A long gra...ual hill rose before them, and Jefferson clucked at the mule to encourage it for the climb. Ben glanced back but never changed his pace."I still don't know how you came to be free or what old Caroline had to do with it." Not rightly sure mysef what Caroline did," the black man said, "think I can make a good guess. 'Sides there's a lot more years. He said to take off my shirt and join him in the bedroom, I told him I would leave my shirt on today and he said ok. We went in the bedroom moved a dresser and then the bed as we finished moving the bed he came over and through me down on it and we started to wrestle during the wrestling he got my shirt off over my head and as we continued he of course pinned my face down on the bed. At this point I could feel him grinding some, but I could not see what he was doing as he held my head down. . "Robbie nodded. "Guess I have to learn all about thinking like a girl." Yes, you do. Mostly to keep yourself safe. A lot of it will come fromjust being around girls your age. The more you feel like a girl, dresslike a girl and I mean form the skin out, the more you'll think like agirl. And don't be the least bit concerned about succeeding. With yourlooks you're going to be a real knockout...And in more ways than one!"They sat in a quiet corner booth in the nearly empty restaurant. . I put on a short-sleevedpink golf shirt, but balked at the short black skirt that lay on the bed."I can't wear that; I never saw a skirt that short. Everybody will see mypanties." "That's not a skirt, sweetie. That's a skort." "What the hell is a skort?" I asked. "Look. A skort is a short skirt with shorts under it. See? Nobody willsee anything but your beautiful legs," she said as she spread the skortfor me to step into. I did and she pulled them up and zipped them up onthe side. I looked into.