After a moment, she let go of me. "Thank you for your understanding," she spoke before she kissed my cheek."No problem," I muttered, closing my eyes.I...covered my face for a moment as I just heard them chatting again.A moment later, I grabbed onto his shirt. "May I talk to you for a moment?" Sure, babe," he replied, peeking back at me.He took my hand, we went to the bedroom and closed the door.I just sat down on the bed. "I want to be okay with this if you are positive that you don't have. She wasn’t a particularly voluptuous woman and had a reasonable 32B pair. She was slender, in fact, with a 24” waist, which flared out to her hardon evoking 36” hips. She always was a bit of a tease, with her figure hugging clothes and cute face, which seemed to be perpetually drawn into a naughty, teasing look. Right now, though, she looked not in the least cute – she looked terrifying. Although my eyes couldn’t help straying down to her taut and pert breasts and the outline of her navel in. No sporting instinct. Just born killers.Remember, Minister! These two are still chain gang women. They get to sleep on the floor and they get no clothes. If that cow Chambers had been taken to that fight naked she wouldn't have got even as far as she did in her escape. No white prisoner is to be taken to the fights clothed in future.I'm off to tour the work camps today. I like to see those stuck up cows working naked eighteen hours a day. I'm going to talk to the overseer. Those fucking bitches. "We hugged and I started crying. All of a sudden an old Johnny Cash songcame to mind. Paraphrased it went, "...I came away with a different point ofview, I called him Paw and he called daughter and if I have a son I amgoing make sure that I spend as much time with him as possible".We all went out to lunch together. I had a lot of catching up to do withDad and I had to start to get to know Susan. Susan was very nice. Herbrother was a transgendered boy but, he had to struggle with it. Herparents.