"That was my plan. Why?" I was unsure how to play this. She'd invoked 'sir' but I really didn't want to 'force' her to stay if she needed some time al...ne. Balancing my dom act with my long practiced doormat persona was going to be a challenge."Um ... this slave would humbly ask if you could spend the rest of the weekend as Sir..." She faded out, not meeting my eye."Ann. Look at me." I said firmly. Her head shot up. "What did I say last night about simpering acolytes?" Her eyes widened a. ”“If you’re threatening us with the Ku Klux Klan, you can just leave this minute and never come back,” Perryman said, pointing to the door as the other men in the trading post looked over to where the loud conversation was taking place.The six Young Bucks had walked into the trading post about the time talk got loud between Jon David and the tall man. The Bucks moved apart as the man turned to stomp out the door, mumbling something about all the fuckin’ niggers and Indians to himself as he. Patricia, Rachel, and Cathleen had started to include them in with the older children for their martial arts classes. Katie was sure they would be tired and in need of cuddle time when she reached them. All in all, her kids were integrating well with the larger family, who worked hard to help them transition yet again to a new reality.Gingerbread, as Dora had projected, rapidly grew to become the family’s and the Harem’s second in command. Carole continued as chief of staff, with Rachel,. " I commented, feeling a little warm.I had never had much of a tolerance for alcohol. "Oh, yes, but it's the holidays! You need to have a little fun!" said Jean, putting her hand on my shoulder. She seemed a little tipsy, having downed a couple of shots herself. Her eyes were a little red, and her face was flushed."Sure, I guess so." I gulped down the rest of my drink, and grabbed a beer from someone that was passing by. After I finished it, I was feeling pretty happy. The voices of people.