. You know that I didn’t mean anything by what I said. How dare you . . .”I cut him off with his feigned outrage. “Bitch, shut up. My ancest...rs endured that and more. Fuck you.” I was so calm, so nonchalant compared to his labored breathing; it was quite the contrast. He’d never once thought about the millions and millions of times those sorts of things had occurred during slavery to innocent Black people, people who had no choice in the matter, whose lives were not their own in any. And then she rang it through and gave him the total. Outside, he was grinning at me, enjoying my embarrassment. We enjoyed a light dinner at a quiet place nearby, and it was there that he decided it was time to discuss limits and protocol. “Whenever we’re alone, you’ll call me Daddy, and you’re Krissy. Whether we’re at your place or mine, you’ll wear whatever I choose for you to wear, no arguments, okay?”“Yes, Daddy.”“Some days,” he explained, “I might just like you in a t-shirt and panties,. !" she turns to face him and plants a kiss. "me to." She rebutted. the gaze in to each others eyes looking for the connection of souls. He presses his body closer and kisses her deeply with as much passion as he could muster. he props her up on to the counter level with the top of his hips he feels a little life return to his genitals. He starts unbuttoning his silk dress shirt she borrowed the night before; reveling her plentiful besom and smooth skin. Marcus Thinks to Himself, "about the. Let's see..." With that, Carol slipped the fully charged power ring onto her ring finger. Neither had given it any thought before, but apparently one of the reasons besides her looks that the Zamarons had chosen Carol to be their newest Star Sapphire was her own fearlessness. The ring must have felt at home on her finger, for Carol once again saw her clothes fading away, this time to be replaced by the green and black uniform of the Green Lantern Corps. Carol looked down to inspect the costume.