I head back inside, grab the dirty clothes (at least the washing machine is in the garage not the kitchen) separate "lights " from "darks" and set the...machine off – and then go shopping.It is Thursday morning, but the shop is still busy. It takes much longer than I thought and its 11.45 before I get back. I dump the food in the kitchen and go to deal with the washing. The darks are done and I put a second load on for the lights. It's a dry breezy day. Perhaps I should peg the damp washing. ”James grinned, “Yeah, he would look cool ruling with a huge ebony Amazon as his wife and bodyguard. I wonder what the servants would think if they changed form each night and the servants found a big black man, fucking a skinny Persian girl, in the King’s bed.”Dusty had to giggle too. “I think they would rather find him fucking the Amazon.”“From what I have determined, they would find that scenario too. Patty would have to get a couple of male guards too, to keep Nuru happy,” James. We met frequently, more than two separate lives might expect." Why didn't you..." began Joe, confused."She was my father's mistress. A mix of everything forbidden in the Brahmin world of New England: a Hispanic mix of Native American, African American and Caucasian. Like you Joe I clung to my ambition which in my case involved my father's purse strings and my mother's pride. Mom flipped out when she discovered us together and I proclaimed my love. They banished the beautiful servant girl. I. She wore her long curly hair up, with just a colorful pin to hold it. Some curls fell onto her shoulder. She looked like a small woman even with the black heels she wore. He wanted her like he had never wanted a woman before. He stopped, put out his hand and said; “Ven, baila conmigo”.( Come, dance with me) She looked up at him, put her hand in his. He pulled her up and against his chest, bringing her arm behind her back. He held her close for long seconds. She could feel the beating of his.