Madison adds, ‘So if I say Nigger I am racist and if I don’t say Nigger I may still be racist.’ She is now liberally using the word Nigger, and ... try to get a grip on the conversation. ‘No, that was not the message I was trying to get across. I was simply implying that racism is much bigger than the use of a derogatory word or not.’ Emily, on a roll now, as if trying to stand apart from her overbearing sister, continues, ‘Plus, I like the way you dress Professor Jefferson. I don’t see it being. My pants got tight and I surreptitiously adjusted myself. When she stopped and turned sideways to look at a window display, I saw her in profile with one leg thrust forward. Could the protrusion on the front of her thigh be a garter? Was she wearing real stockings? Wow, what a gal!She swung into a coffee shop with me on her heels. She ordered, then walked to her seat. I ordered, then rested my elbow on the pastry display and casually glanced her way. Looking at her phone, she crossed her legs.. Looking at Beth, I could see she too had the same reaction.We said nothing, as we finished the toast. The appetizer came and I ordered another bottle of champagne. Our conversation turned back to the trip.Our entrees arrived and as we ate, the talk turned to what was new in our lives. I then felt Beth's bare foot on my foot. She slowly moved up my leg to my knee then back down. It took me by surprise, so I picked up my glass to take a sip as her foot moved up my leg again. She picked up her. She was wearingone of those pink gowns that I was wearing. I must have left mine up atthe big house. It felt good to be hugged by her; she was so soft andsmelled so good and talked in such a soothing voice. "Now tell me whatthe problem is."There were a couple of problems, and I asked for a few minutes to clearmy head. She held me to her chest and gave me the time.Finally I said, "I've lost control. Of everything. We're prisonershere; he's not going to let us leave. And he's messing with.