" I stared at Mrs. Jackson uncomprehendingly, but I suddenly understood what she meant when she opened her housecoat, and dropped it on the floor.Mrs....Jackson was completely naked now, and I had no doubts about what she wanted from me. I did some quick calculations in my head and said, "Okay, Mrs. Jackson. I understand what you want, but you must understand what I want. I am trying to earn enough money to buy a used car, so I have decided to become a professional gigolo. I feel that I must. .. they’re pets. Membersss of your family.”“If you owned a horse, Your Majesty,” I said, “wouldn’t you care for it? Treat your horse well. Make sure that it served you when you commanded.”“I would ussse my horse for itssss purpose.”“And what is a slave’s purpose?” I pressed.“To be owned. To be a symbol of my power. My wealth. They are a luxury, slaves. Proof that you are too important for the menial. Too grand for the mundane. They are proof of status, nothing more. And like all things, they. The two I could see were plainly excited and seemed to be listening to radio chatter from a set of ear phones they were wearing. When they saw the captain come in, one of them stood up and addressed him."Sir, it's just as we thought. Both boats are smugglers and are well known to us. Our agent just informed us that they both picked up a heavily armed bunch of men and are headed this way. Our agent also said that they all spoke like Americans because their accents were so bad. They are steaming. It’s not the coconut shampoo and candy scented perfume that I know my daughter to smell of but instead it’s something just as sweet mixed with a touch of maturity and mysterious. The smell provokes something in me that I didn’t know was there, something primal that I wish I hadn’t come to know I behold. I ignore the stir in my boxer shorts and try to maintain eye contact with L.V hoping he won’t notice the growth that I know will soon be showing in my pants.........................Maize:I know.