"I get up and lead him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and to my room.Coke in hand, he follows."Yeah, basically," I say in transit. "It all started...when Jenny locked meinto a nightie when we were playing and I couldn't get it off." Couldn't get it off?" he puzzles. "What kind of nightie doesn't comeoff?" he muses."It has a weird latch," I tell him as I enter my room."That nightie," he point out the satiny-pink garment lying on the floorof my room."Yeah," I agree.He picks it up and examines. They had better sleeping accommodations also--even if it was sometimes in the beds of their masters for the more attractive female slaves."Even today, there are elements in the black communities that stupidly admonish their kids, telling them not to try too hard to be successful in school because they might appear to be 'Trying to be Too White' or trying to be 'Uppity House Slaves' rather than 'Good Field Slaves.' The whole thing is stupid and holds a lot of black kids back, but it is there,. I was sure that she hadn’t noticed that I saw her last night, so I didn’t dare to mention it. I sat down next to her and began watching TV with her, not daring to speak for fear of her finding out what I knew. After a few minutes, she broke the silence. ‘b*****r?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Can I use your car today to go hang out with some of my friends?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Oh thank you!’ My s****r hugged me and her huge, juicy breasts pushed against my chest and I immediately got an erection. My mind flashed back to that. I almost died when they told me you'd gotten the aliens to look for us, and that you were responsible for our rescue. And now we're back together, just the two of us."Charlene looked pained, as she tried to find a way to say what she needed to say. Finally, she found the words."They've already told you that there are a lot of copies of the men. You've seen that yourself. What you don't know yet, is that a few of the women were duplicated too. There's another Charlene Torino in the world now,.