"All children were required to attend what we called public school, and, until the politicians got in the way, the system was very successful for most...of them. I propose that we do the same sort of thing with our slave children. I am certain that every one of them could be taught the way I was to read and write. They could also learn basic arithmetic at the same rate. Think how much more valuable they would be under those circumstances!" Are you serious? Do you really think such learning is. Within the drink he found truth, believe it or not. The truth of how America worked. The system demanded a confidence in the self, and without confidence success is impossible. At one time Queresh possessed this confidence, but after the miscarriage, his confidence slipped completely. Although short-lived, the drink buoyed his ailing confidence. The drink permitted a departure from reality but at the same time a woeful perspective. On occasion he would go to the bar with associates, but after. ‘God knows, I was never obsessed with sex, but I always enjoyed it. If, for some reason we had no sex, like when Richard spent several weeks in the National Guard, I really missed it. I still miss it, but it just doesn’t do anything for me! I try to get excited. I…I fantasize…and…this is hard to say…I…I play with myself to try to get things started! Richard tries everything that always has worked in the past! Damn it, nothing happens! ‘I…I really thought that a hysterectomy was going to make. “Teagan, I’m sorry!” Courtney was doing her best to apologize and explain. “I just couldn’t look away; you guys were SO fucking HOT!” “When I saw Mike standing there with you wrapped around his hips and him pumping the shit out of your pussy, it was hotter than anything I have ever seen.” “I mean, it was like I needed to be in the shower with you, but I couldn’t move, all I could do was watch.” “I’m sorry! I had to tell you. I thought you deserved to know.”“That STILL does not make it.