When he was done cleaning himself, Sambo flung the flag of the Confederacy right into the Captain’s face.The Captain sat still on the floor, his cou...try’s honored flag covering his face. He breathed in the thick aroma of black sex. His anger rose—and then subsided...he was now a broken man.“Captain, spread old ‘Stars ‘n’ Bars’ on the bed,” Sambo directed.The Captain, with less reluctance than with the previous commands, slowly dragged himself up off the floor. He waddled over to the bed, his. "Tiff, would you like to dance a few slow dances with me? I know it will be a bit weird with me being 6' and you 5'2", but I'd really like to dance with such a beautiful young lady."She looked down and replied, "I don't know how to slow dance."Cheerfully I told her, "That's cool. Slow dancing is easy and it's something else I can teach you."I extended my hand and assisted her to the middle of my living room. As the music played I took the small teen into my arms and began swaying to the easy. He genuinely wanted to get away from the temptations of the flesh which beset him in his own home.Anita had got up very early, before the church bells had begun to chime their Sunday morning song. She had dressed very lightly in jeans and a sweater, with no underwear, and gone down to the lake.She was feeling bereft, left out. Molly had got it, Sarah had got it, even little Susan had got it, and the night before, Marcie had called her to tell her that the rapist had actually fucked her in her. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘in some ways it’s the obvious thing to do, but who’s going to tell him?’ There was a silence. Mrs Price broke it. ‘More to the point, who would you ask as a stand-in?’ Mandy said ‘it’s who would you trust as a stand-in?’ ‘Well,’ said Lill fiercely, ‘not many of them could be as untrustworthy as Paul.’ ‘Yes, but Paul can’t say anything even if we do drop him, because we’d just have to release a clip… you know, most guys our age are no better.’ ‘Kyle is!’ said Nancy, kind of.