She pointed to the pictures on the walls and indicated that landscape and architectural images were his first love. She sat back and a smile came over...her face and said “Of course he liked to take pictures of me as well”. I asked why there were none of these on the walls and she blushed a little. “The pictures he took were a bit racy so I can’t put them on display”. I was intrigued but, not wishing to embarrass her, I asked if she had any that she would be happy to show me expecting something. I was certain that Mrs. Thomas, whose racialattitudes were out of the 1930s, had brought him up only because he,too, was black."He a fine looking man," I said, breaking my English up intentionally.Mrs. Thomas didn't seem to notice. "Yes, he is. A working girl like youcould do worse than Chaz," she said."You right," I said. "Some of dem men, they beat they women."Again, she didn't notice my ad-lib ebonics. I was laughing my ass offinside, and she was deaf to my dialect. Hell, I had been to a. Oh, man, look at the time. I gotta go,” she said, marking her spot and standing.“What are your plans for the day?”“Jessie is picking me up to go horseback riding. When Mom gets up, tell her I went with Jessie to ride at Smokey’s, please.”She rinsed her plate and I watched her, again catching sight of her tits through the armhole. I couldn’t let her go riding like that, but how did I convey that? I ran a couple of approaches through my mind, decided I needed to let Amanda do it and gobbled down. Lila closed her eyes.The sickening crunch of the punch cutting through her nose hit her, a fraction of a second before the pain bore into her eyeballs. She screamed, fighting her straps, as the taste of her blood dripped into her mouth. Between screams she swallowed her own blood. Of course, the worst was yet to come.In a rapid motion, Manu removed the punch borer from her nose and deftly inserted the red hot iron rod he held in a pair of fine tip pliers into the bloody hole he had created. She.