"How was yours?" Good. After seeing you walk in," he sighed, "definitely worth it."I giggled, nervously but feeling flattered.The bartender came up an... took my drink order."I ordered some appetizers. I hope you don't mind." Not at all, that sounds good."We talked like we had known each other forever. It didn't surprise me. Even when we IM'd it felt like we had known each other for a long time. The conversation and laughter came easily. Suddenly the bar was the last place I wanted to be. Both of. Not with these savage negroes as players."P-Please don't," she stammered, speaking her first pleading words to Duke since he had assaulted her in the car. She had never thought she could bring herself to beg like this in such a degrading position, but she had no choice. It was total subjugation to him alone or be used as a helpless plaything by all the others."Don't you worry, none, baby. They cain't play them boards like I can. We just gonna git us a little pile heah while we got the chance.". His little girl, all bundled up for winter. Her skin looked so soft and smooth that it was all George could do not to reach out and touch her face: her skin was flawless, only now beginning to warm up, and he wanted to be the one to warm it up for her."Right, Dad?"George snapped out of thoughts. "Definitely, hell yeah," he said, without any idea what he was agreeing to.Amy was upending her beer already. George jumped from his seat and strode toward the kitchen, then returned from the fridge. He could tell that she wanted to be alone as well. They both had quite a bit to think about.Buttoning his shirt, he turned to his mother, gave her a quick wink and opened the door, leaving the room as silently as he could so that he would not disturb her secret thoughts.Larry ducked into another room as he heard the bedroom door opening, and he stuck his head into the hall to see David going down the stairs. Now he could have that little talk with his wife. Walking quickly down the hall, he.