You have just read one of my e-mails and you became extremely wet, and you soaked your panties through with your arousal. Then you fingered yourself a...d made yourself even more wet. I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have something for you. A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you - bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet,. It was 'just' a dream, remember, but I'd often felt guilty that my relatives had actually owned other human beings! Sure, the Civil War had left the largely unrepentant South devastated for generations (and in some places it had never fully recovered), but defeated, or not, many Southerners didn't feel sorry for their history of slave ownership. I did, however.Back to the dream---In it, I'd received a letter in the mail informing me that as a Southern white male, and who's ancestors had been. Mujhe to ghabrahat hone lagi ki ab mere saath ye kya karenge.Mujhe wahan khada kiya aur mujhe dhamki di ki meine agar bhagne ya chillane ki koshish ki to mera bura haal karenge. Mujhse poochtach karne lage, mein dari hui thi. Usmein se ek ne to itni dermein mere ek pair men ek rassi bandh di aur us rassi ko wahin neeche kisi cheez pe bandh diya. Ab mere liye bhagna mushkil tha, agar rassi kholne ki koshish bhi karoon to woh mujhe kholne se pehle pakad sakte hain. Mujhse bolne lage ki mein is. ..won't l...let me?" Carter nearly shouted. "I didn't e...evenw...w...want to come here! You're the one that ...that wanted hisfu...fucking money so bad!"Brian's face shifted from defiance to pain. He rose from the table andwithout a word walked into his room and closed the door."That was unnecessary, don't you think?" Anne said."It's true," Carter responded. "We didn't need the money. I let Briantalk me into this, and l...look what it got me!" Just because it's true isn't an excuse for.