” “Does that upset you?” “Yes, it sure does.” “Why?” “Because they shouldn’t be sleeping around ...ith theirbosses, especially if their boss is a black man.” “And why do you feel that way?” “It’s just against my nature to even get close to ablack man, or a black woman, and I feel that they arebetraying their race by sleeping with them.” “Could it be that you’re jealous of the black men?”. No vitriol raging round my system bringing vitality to my extremities. With so little I am grey and clammy, my movements stiff. The thirst rises up and urges me to snatch back the wrist as it is withdrawn, I fight it down. Now isn't the time to lose control. I grasp the edge of my prison and lever myself upright.It is a very different group of cultists that surrounds me now. Black robes, cheaply-dyed wool. Hoods raised. No silks or golden sun discs. To the right the owner of the wrist is. . Laura. Um.. can I come over?? there’s no power here..’ she said, sounding nervous. ‘None here Laura, and you’d be out of your mind to get out in that rain..’ ‘I know, but.. I’m scared, and need some company,’ she told me, the sound of her voice reminding me of a lost little girl for some reason. ‘If you think you can swim that far, you know you’re always welcome over here.. didn’t need to ask ya know…’ I told her. ‘Okay.. bye.’ ‘Bye.’ I hung up and went to make sure my door was unlocked. I. ...attached to these ladies, because he got....he became....excited, Matron, you know. You're not making this very easy for me. So it wasn't just his fever that was rising, was it? His penis was engorged when I next looked down, and the perspiration and discomfort were evident on his face.Suddenly, he looked up at me, wide-eyed, and sighed "Auntie?", grasping his penis and starting to stroke it. In his fever, he held me by the wrist, very tightly, and seemed to be trying to whisper something to.