Then the feelings that I love so much and that make me do this over and overagain started: My fantasy went wild, I imagined myself being a slavegirl j...st about to besold to a rich but cruel man who would torture me or a rich girl that was capturedby pirates as a hostage lying helpless in the middle of 20 pirates who staredat me and smiled in a very frightening way. I pulled at the bonds that heldme, struggled and tried to free myself, but it was useless, all I archievedwith this was that my. “Where y’all from?”“Boston,” I said. “But I’m guessing you aren’t.”They both laughed.“Nah, I’m from Houston,” she said. “But this guy made me move north.”“Where north?” I asked.“Chicago,” she said, pouting her lips in a way I found very fetching. “It’s a good thing I love him.”She squeezed his arm affectionately.We chatted a few more minutes, and when they asked us to join them for a second drink, we accepted. But not long afterward the host came to tell them their table was ready, so they. "I hear the sound of the cane coming down and tense.. wondering if I amtoo proud...I refuse to say the words, too proud for the first three blows, thefourth.. the fourth is too much, and I squeal "One thank you MistressBlack, please may sissy dumbfound have another?"I can feel her sense of satisfaction from that, and grit my teeth for thenext blow, but scream out the line anyway.. after all, I rationalise, I'mnot asking for more, I'm asking for 'sissy dumbfuck' to have some more.And they're not. If Whittaker listened to reason they could all go forth with the plan as decided. If he didn’t, Jerome would have him arrested and they’d all together buy out Whittaker. Making such large decisions still seemed like a fantasy to her, and she knew Rafe felt the same way. They had grown up poor, been cut into adulthood on the trails, a man and woman most comfortable on the back of a horse with a gun at their side. Still Kate knew watching the end of the trial of McMasters would be difficult, as.