“Eight inches? What are you, five years old?” I screamed with derisive laughter. He looked hurt, obviously not used to that kind of response. Eigh... inches would have been great before I became what I am, but now it was just a joke.“Jesus bitch, he’s over there.” He said pointing towards a short man in a hat.I just shook my head at him as I stalked off to the infamous Big Ben.“You the one named after a British clock?” I asked when I stood before him.“Yes I most surely am, ma’am.” He said,. And any place seemed odd, since I had never sprouted hair before, anywhere other than my head. I had been having wet dreams for a couple of years...oh yeah, and the slight voice change that comes with the transition into manhood. I had seen an odd tiny little ball of light slowly floating around the room. I was very careful to watch this phenomena without giving away that I was staring at a ball of light. I wasn't sure my classmates had noticed yet. As a minute passed by I started. But as the words came out, I realized I had nothing to lose. I was quitting this job. I had enough money, if I invested it wisely, to live on, and if she ended up giving in, I would get something I hadn’t had since my wife died. I expected her to just say no, call me a name and walk out. Mindy had a reputation as being a bit of a bitch. But she just stood there, either stunned or thinking.“If I take off my cloths for you, you will give me the money?”She was desperate.“No, but you can see the. .Master Beaux,” Leasa chimed in, hoping to make it easier on her whipped and humiliated husband.“Well, that won’t do,” black Sambo replied curtly, “It just won’t do.”“How will you pay the interest if I allow you to pay up in full next week?” he asked.“How can we...?” Leasa inquired of the commanding, black presence seated before her—looking like some sort of African king.“Maybe by entertaining me...” the Black smirked.Turning to the Captain, Sambo commanded:“Drop your pants, boy!”The Captain.