After I while I noticed she still had not worn the sleeveless t-shirt I had got for her. I asked her about it. She was more open with me now, maybe it...was the drinks. She said none of the girls in the village wore anything sleeveless. I told her she was not in her village anymore and it did not matter. She has a shy smile on her fave and told me she had some hair under her arms and she was embarrassed. I told her it was ok and I really did not mind. But she said she saw the girls in the club. The earplugs made him unaware of how loud he was talking and I felt sick that he both thought I was a woman and that he felt how her ass was against him. She has a plump ass too, to think that I could be mistaken for her took me out of the moment for a while. She saw my dazed look and started laughing, which snapped me back to what was happening. I was getting assfucked twice, once by her and now by some dude.His balls slapped against me but because I was in a cup, he didn't think anything of. ."That left me reliving those long years of happiness."No. Look, okay," I said, bargaining with myself. "Tell you what, I'll flip a coin." I grabbed one from the toll stock in the glove-box door. "Heads - the SMART choice – and I continue on to Iowa and mom, and home and find someone to have fat little babies with. Tails – thinking down there – and I turn back to New York and try to beg Carla to take me back ... not that she'll just let me back in – maybe she's smarter than my libido!"I flipped. A few had sticks or clubs; others had farm implements; some had knives given to them by soldiers. The collars were still attached. It had been impossible to remove them with the equipment at the church.The fascination had turned to horror when the church and all the buildings surrounding it went up in flames. The townspeople had paid exorbitant taxes to acquire the slaves that had built the structures. Most of their food came from the farms that existed on the grounds.Three men could be seen.