I've heard someone mention the K'Treel and the Tuull or something like that, but I'm not sure whether they're a species or something else, but we know...there are more species than just those eighteen. Don't we?" AI?" asked Jack."First, it is Confederacy, not Confederation," responded the AI, "second, that information is not available." But there are more species in the Confeder ... racy than just the Darjee aren't there?" he persisted.The AI was fractionally slower to respond this time. "That. I went to her poor lodgings, she fenced my questions, said she meant to go back to her mother’s. Pressing her as to how she lived, she said she had the money I had given her. “But your bonnet, your clothes, — what do you do of a night?” She could not evade it, Molly had turned whore. I never knew who had put her up to getting her living by her cunt; but a fellow-servant had left with her, and had got the next room to hers.A woman who takes to whoring takes to lying. I could not learn exactly. As she pulled them down her long legs, both Sambo and the Captain could clearly see the wet splotch in the crotch. Both men were now obviously aware of how aroused the young white woman was for the sex of the old, fat, black slave whom she had just sucked off.Leasa stood naked for the smiling, victorious, black conqueror sitting naked in front of her.“Go lie down and spread yo’ self fo’ Sambo, c***d,” the partially toothless black man calmly instructed the blonde.Leasa walked over to the bed. The Zippo caught instantly and she tossed the flaming lighter into the air. As it rose, she grabbed the WD-40 that was sitting on the end table, pointed both cans at the flame and pushed down on the sprayers. The two streams of oil hit the open flame simultaneously, lighting with a brilliant flash. The smell of burning oil filled the air and the flames reflected an evil gleam in her eyes as the snuffed out lighter hit the ground with a thump.In her best prim and proper voice, she spoke as she.