”“We agree to give it a chance.”William had indeed given this some thought. “Well, we not only knew the names of the other six girls, but we ...ave nicknames to the last three. What if we simply called these five “slaves” or “whores” or “cunts” or whatever the hell other demeaning name we think of at the time. They would always know their place and might forever be contending to meet our demands on them in the best possible way in order to get our approval. We might even give our approval. They had fun picking the T-shirts out and I had more fun watching them have fun. I even liked the Tee’s colours! But, I wasn’t as happy when eagle-eyed Addison spotted a furniture shop and steered us to it.“No!” I objected. Shopping for someone else was fun. Shopping for myself was a struggle. I couldn’t decide what I liked or didn’t.“You said you want to change the furniture in your study,” Addison reminded me. “They might have nice things in here.”Both Addison and Julia pointed out. "She held her hands up, palms out, with tears in her eyes. "I neverget that from you, Mick. When I hear people talk about 'marryingtheir best friend' I want to shout out 'That's us!' because that'sexactly what it feels like for me: that you are my best friend; thatyou want me to be my best, look my best, feel my best. With you Ihave always felt treasured, Mick."So, it makes sense, in a way." She sighed, running the tip of hertongue over chapped, unpainted lips. "But now what? Do you.... "Charles got up and got himself another drink. I sat there waiting for him to return and continue the conversation. I honestly didn't know where this conversation was going.He sat back in his chair and said, "You have to have an abortion before anyone else finds out. I'll forgive you this time ... but this time only. If you ever cheat on me again I'll divorce you and you will have nothing." What if I decide to keep the baby, what then?" I asked."You're not going to keep a black bastard baby or.