Her 5 foot 2 inch frame was not much to look at and had never turned heads, or so Rachel thought of herself. In truth, Rachel is one of those “home...own beauties”. She isn’t a runaway model with a flat stomach and long legs. She has some curves, in all the right places… Her breasts are a stunning 34 DDD on such a short frame. Her body just screamed, “FUCK ME”, wherever she went. Her chestnut hair hung past her shoulders, in all these cute curls, just SCREAMING to be pulled. Rachel has the. “A red dress, with black heels” was her response. She always kept it reserved at first. Sober, her conscience always kept her from misbehaving. It was only after a handful of shots that she gave into my will. Only after I spent time laying the groundwork, making sure her panties were wet that she allowed for her morals to bend and for her lust to seize her.I can only imagine on that night what she looked like; her long, jet-black hair running down to her form fitting dress. Her pert, seductive. I picked you specifically because I knew you'd enjoy it. I'm psychic. Or insane. Just in case it's the latter, I'm going to yell really loudly so the other people in the asylum will come by.Thank you for covering your ears. IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME, I PLAN TO EXPLAIN WHY I'M SO DELUSIONAL IN FIFTEEN MINUTES OR SO. I DON'T KNOW IF I'LL EVER MENTION IT AGAIN SO YOU SHOULD LISTEN.Don't worry, I'll tell you why I think you're a delusion, too. You must admit though, letting me lift up your shift while. One man yells, “This,” and he hands me a handbill about two wanted runaway slaves. I give it a thorough look over and laugh, because it’s not a good description, not good at all.I look at them, and say, “Except for the skin colour the descriptions cover nearly every man here, this is no evidence. Hell, I got two slaves that fit these description better than these two. Let them go.” The man about to put the nooses around the slaves’ heads glares at me. I draw a Dragoon and point it at him, “I.