"Nice work sis." she said between snapping photos. "He is the mostpathetic thing I've ever seen." Helen said. "What should we do withhim?"Holly spoke ...ight up.... "Let's let mom decide, I'll email her thephotos and ask her what she thinks." I shook my head and tried tospeak. I tried to plead with them but I couldn't say anything. I justkept shaking my head."Shut up bitch, quit your whining." I wanted to tell them I would doanything for them for the rest of their lives but the cock in my. In a hotel, in Cleveland."We meeting up tonight?" I asked Bryan on Friday."'Fraid not," he said. "I actually have to head back tonight. We have a presentation on Monday and I have to go help them out all weekend." That sucks," I said, but I didn't really mean that it sucked for him. The conference would be dead from Saturday afternoon until Monday— Cleveland and me for the whole weekend. Could it get any worse, short of an accident involving farm equipment?I was glum through the rest of the. I remember seeing slaves running into the fields, trying to get away, and being chased down by men on horseback. I found the girl from earlier and managed to get her out. We were running in darkness, unsure of where we were even going, hearing dogs and seeing torches behind us. A bola brought me to the ground, and I told her to go on without me. The overseers caught me and set the dogs loose on her. I still remember the sounds of them mauling her to death. I never even knew her name. I was. However it piqued my interest and I agreed to be a witness.The end of the school day came and I went to Miss Priscilla's classroom. The boy was already there, or should I say young man as he was a fine specimen and already grown into early manhood. I recognized him from the school. He was dressed in the normal school uniform - dark trousers, white shirt with tie, blazer. He looked dejected and stared at his feet.Miss Priscilla read out the 'charge sheet' and entered his misdemeanours in his.