"He said, "I'll go."I said, "Fine. Follow us." We walked him away a good hundred feet behind some old vehicles. I leaned against a car and said, "Why ...hould you go on living?"He said, "My name is Jim Andrews. In Chattanooga, you join a gang or die. Ben was our leader but we weren't big enough and were moving down here to try to survive away from the bigger gangs. There were just ten of us and six women."The women are hidden away from the mall. Someone will need to release them or they will. For her part, Linda was amazed that he had acquiesced so readily. It was kind of insulting, after all. Still, the idea of her husband servicing her orally after a night of fucking with her Black lover was a definite turn-on. She almost regretted having cleaned herself so thoroughly before getting dressed at the party. Maybe, she thought, James was right after all about cuckolded hubbies being more docile."After we rested a while," she said, "I really wanted more, which was hard to believe since. I have no doubt she could have bought a dozen corsets. No, she tried those clothes on knowing they couldn't be returned and she had to purchase them. But she never even hinted at paying for something that was my idea. If we went to the mall and were window shopping, she didn't mention purchasing a thing. I'd seen her get a tie for her father and a collar for her dog. And that was her right and I had no problems with it.If I took her to the movies, I wanted to pay for the tickets. And the. She came out later and said, "Eve and I want to talk to you over lunch again. We need help with a guest."I said, "Whatever I can do, I will be glad to help. This seems to be that week."Joan smiled at me and said, "Good."The show went off without a hitch and Eve seemed to be happier with it like she was yesterday. Once everything was over, she came to me and said, "Okay, miracle worker, let's have some lunch. Joan is coming with us. We need your help again."The limo took us to a different.