”Kimberly couldn’t really focus on the first part of the answer but the second part with branding and slavery terrified her. “But there aren’t...any slaves anymore”“You know that white racists owned Blacks for centuries. They captured them in Africa, brought them over in filthy slave ships, whipped them, branded them, raped their daughters, sold them!! The only way that we white sluts can truly make reparations to the Black race is to become the property of a Black man. Isn’t it only fair? Since. .." How?" Jake barked.Shaver took a deep breath. "A private investigator in the employ of National Records was there on the beach watching the two of you," he finally said.Jake shook his head in disgust. "A private investigator was following me?" he asked. Had he really thought that Doolittle was really going to let him live his own life? Had he really?"Jake, I had nothing to do with that," Shaver said. "Had I been asked, I would have advised against it." Sure you would've," Jake said. "How. I stood and listened to the officers arguing with each other for about 10 minutes without being distracted by the cries coming from the school. How the hell could they ignore the cries?Yuri was by my side. I looked at him and stated, "Fuck this shit Yuri, I'm going to see what the hell is going on in the school."Yuri grabbed my arm, "Ben do not get me in trouble."I snatched my arm away and argued, "Yuri, I have to do something! You can either follow me or report me."He wisely stated, "I will. He was strolling out of the stables when a page from the palace found him and handed him a red baton of summons. Stefan's heart sank.He followed the page, trying to arrange the grimace on his face into a blank look. Through the private entrance, Stefan measured his paces steadily, sure of his coming demise as the news of his slaying of the priest reached the royal ear. As the page turned left when Stefan was fairly sure that he should have turned right, his fatalism melted into confusion.Two.