And so, Scene One: Audrey appears at the stable, looking for Mr. Thompson, the stable master. Danny, the stable boy is brushing one of the horses.ACTI...N---"Hi Danny. I'm looking for Mr. Thompson. Have you seen him?"Danny smiled his million dollar smile at the pretty girl as he brushed the horse. "Audrey," he said for the first time. It had always been Miss Audrey but today was a special day. "Your uncle just called him up to the main house. He's going to be a while. Your uncle said I should. No hotels would accept Negroes as patrons, and nobody wanted to sleep in a livery stable, so camping was the only option. Whenever we needed provisions, Janet or I would go into a town with the odd wagon and two of the Negro women to purchase what we needed. We figured that either one of us could protect the group on the excursion, and we could put two shotguns in the wagon for the Negro women to use if the situation demanded it.Whenever we came to a fairly large town, and Houston was the first. I sucked it up and sucked.It took several minutes of going back and forth before she was satisfied. She told me, "Now you lay there and take it like a man!"She slipped Little Bob into a soaking hot embrace and rode me down! She started wailing and shrieking in less than a minute; I grabbed both sweet breasts, squeezed them very lightly and told her, "Milk!"She shared her screeching climax with me while spraying pussy juice and breast milk all over.JANET(Monday 4/10)School again! Okay, we had. There also was a throbbing. Slow pulsating globs rose as in one of those ugly lava lamps.The sounds were music. Or maybe not music at all. They were sounds as lazy as the rising globs. His entire world seemed in slow motion.Every slow breath he took filled his head with memories. Not real memories. Just luke-warm breezes of artificially remembered happiness. They were long gone feelings of being well... well... being... Then there was the voice.It was a throaty female voice. It seemed to use.