" I have completed my report, Sir," Rachel said, putting the folder on the table. "Can I talk to you about it?" Yes, of course, slave. What is it?" I ...as concerned in case she had found the programme too close to her own experiences of rape."I'll explain about it in a moment but there's something else I have too say. I want to undergo the programme. Myself. I'll do it willingly. This is my script. I want to do this and write for you. They were so alive; so untroubled by anything apart from. I've always wondered if she had ever fucked a black guy since I know she has slept around town. We live in a city where there are lots of blacks in downtown. My fantasy begins with her outside in her backyard doing yard work on a hot summer day. She is wearing tiny short shorts and white tank top. A black guy named Tyrone is walking in ally behind her house. He approaches Angela as she is bent over trimming the garden. Tyrone makes a comment about her nice little white ass. Angela turns. My very own custom-made love doll.“Baby doll, everything I just did for you, you can do for me and I will enjoy it just as much. Men and women aren’t that much different. They want love, they want the touching, the feel of a warm mouth and lips and tongue on the parts of them that feel good to their own touch. Play. I can direct you if I need to. Do you know what a clitoris is?” She nodded.“Show me?” she said meekly. Just because she knew what it was didn’t mean she knew how to find one. Just. Actually, the Jefferson's were nice people with money. They built the house thinking of grandchildren. Shirley was speechless. I knew I would pay for this later.Finally, she said, "You don't think small, Jack. This place is huge and fabulous. It's really not what I had in mind." Well, it meets your three criteria. It's big enough. It's off the road. It's on a small knoll. What more could you want?"There was silence while she thought. "Let's look inside and make sure we aren't disturbing any.