"You don't expect me to go into town like this, surely?" Yes, and stop calling me Shirley," I deadpanned. I love the classic old straight lines. "Get ...n the truck." If you look closely," she informed me, pointing to her torso, "I'm not wearing anything."I pointed in turn at Tori's equally unclad torso. "If you look closely, she's not wearing anything. Get in the truck." Yes, but she's not going with us, is she?" Why yes she is, as a matter of fact," I responded. "Get in the truck."Marcy looked. ? Tears ran down my face as the full impact of what he said began to sink in. I was going to be whipped, raped and forced to bear a black or half-breed child. It sounded like we’d have to service several men to make up for the years of breeding our menfolk had done to them. ?Take the men away ladies and deal well with them.? I saw the naked men being formed into a line, some even had the start of an erection, Daddy was amongst them looking groggy from a blow to the head from which blood still. ‘Well, it bothers me a little, but Monica and Rachel really wanted to help, and they pushed me a bit, but I could tell that they were happy for me.’ ‘Are you happy for you?’ Another question I regretted the second I asked it, but it worked out well. ‘Yes, I am. This is nice.’ Then Jennifer did something that shocked me: she took my hand as we were walking, and I was on cloud nine. It was only a couple of blocks over to Joe Bologna’s, an Italian hole-in-the-wall restaurant that was really. "Isn't it great Chris? Everybody chipped in and built you a ramp and wait until you see what they did with your room. You are just going to love it."After getting Denise off of his lap and getting into his wheelchair, the first thing Chris noticed was the smell of barbecue coming from the backyard. He knew almost immediately his Uncle John must be smoking some ribs and Boston butts.He was his favorite uncle. After his dad died, his Uncle John took care of him and taught him how to become a man..