" Miss Justine, I did not think you would mind the picture, I just want us to be able to see their faces every day."She smiled. "Good answer boy. You ...idn't need to try and sneak it wrapped up in your clothes." I was not sneaking it; I was cushioning the glass, so it would not break. Did you not also find the one of you with your Mother and Sister, it was wrapped the same way."She seemed to consider what I said. "No I hadn't. It's plausible I guess. You better hope I find that other picture. But I don’t wanna eat here either. My shack is just down the road a piece. And Cootchie Coo is a great cook.”Dubois: “Cootchie Coo?”Hardstick: “My wife. She’s a half breed. Half Pueblo, half trouble maker. I never could pronounce her name. We prob’ly got a bunch at our table tonight, but there’s always room for a few more.”Dubois under her breath to Thornton: “Well, there goes security.”But Hardstick’s hearing got it anyway. “Listen, Missy. Ain’t no Sho-Pai gonna say nothin’ ‘bout nothin’. Our. Only time would tell.Eunice did not overtly react while I was fucking Sue: she was used to being an onlooker during a fucking session. However, she did later comment to Flo and April about how much attention I paid to Sue's needs and how many orgasms she had before I came. Most of the former slaves had never experienced an orgasm from fucking the slavers; if any did, it was just an accident. All three were looking for a similar treatment from me, and Flo had never had an orgasm from fucking, so. Lin does quite a high mileage in her car and has it serviced at a small garage called Hines Motors. She usually leaves it with them in the morning and they have a young lad named Pete who drives her back home. He's their gopher; he gets parts and generally runs around all day. Lin told me she's always got on quite well with Pete; he is about twenty and a bit cheeky sometimes with his saucy comments, but good fun. He would often go in for a coffee at her place, if he did not have a lot of work.