I was inviting him to fuck me, like the bedroom negra he wanted me to be. I felt wanton and shameless and my only desire was to seduce the man every o...portunity I had."It's perfect," Mr. Reiser decided, taking off his robe and hanging on a hook at the back of the door."I'm the prettiest girl in school," I told him seriously. "The prettiest slave there, everybody knows it." You're proud of that, aren't you?" he asked, reaching for the shower faucets. "Stand back. I'm going to turn on the water.". The beautiful amber orbs that shone for me were gone, as was the face I loved. In its place was a mask of cold rage that showed nothing, revealed nothing of who he was or how he felt. It was the face of a man who would do anything and not care, no matter how much carnage he left in his wake.But his eyes were so much worse.Black but for the smallest slit of red down the middle that I could scarcely make out only because they were focused on me. Eyes gone dead, without the slightest hint of. I knew I was talking fast, without a semblance of order, so off balance, hands shaking. How was I going to get through this evening without making a fool of myself? I was so lost in my thought I didn’t notice that you were still there, holding the platter. Thinking I must have said something wrong, I glanced up at you. Now I knew, it’s your eyes, there is no way I could think and look at you at the same time. My whole body seemed to be shutting down, my knees felt weak, my lips parting, just a. In my memory, it was always a fun family. We could discuss things we observed, and try to make sense of them together. Our four Mums, and Dad, taught us lots of things we didn't get in school. For example, Mummy Mary taught us all to cook well. The older children passed on data of all kinds to the younger children. Some of the material we passed on was actually utter rubbish assimilated from children outside our home, but it was part of growing up: discovering what was true and what wasn't.We.