“I know it rightly, not be’in my business sir, but I’s taken the liberty of speakin’ with the lighter Captain. He tells me there be a plantati...n owner that employs some what was slaves. He says there could be a fella that might be able to speak with Fulala. Excuse me interferin’ like, I hope’s I ain’t done wrong.”“Bosun, you’re a hero, here come and have a glass with me and I thank you most sincerely.”The next morning, I hired a trap and set off overland for Saint John, a journey of some twenty. Ranger had stopped and was just snooping around the shrubbery when I reached him and took the leash. That’s when I saw what I thought I saw. Or did I?The blinds on the side windows of the house were closed, but the space between the edge of the blinds and the window frame was wide enough for me to get an accidental, unintended glimpse of something inside. And it was indeed a glimpse. At first.Sitting in a recliner facing away from the window was a naked middle-aged man gripping his erect. We even had a little chat when Ben was done and she said that I could go and visit her at the farm any time that I wanted.When I said that I wasn’t old enough to drive she laughed and told me that it was a few miles by road but only about half a mile across the fields.Chloe also said that the offer of borrowing Duke was still there. That Ben could drop me off at the farm on a Monday morning and I could walk back with Duke. Then we could take him back on a Wednesday evening or Thursday. “That’s the spirit! Just stay like that and you’ll be fine! Let’s go. We’re up.” Taylor clutched my wrist and guided me onstage. The sheer amount of lights and noise through me off-guard. It was completely overwhelming; it took a few minutes for my pupils and my ears to adjust to the extreme stimuli. I stood there gawking at the crowd. “Loosen up Rebecca! Have some fun! Come dance with me!” As Taylor and I danced onstage, the lights and noise faded away into the background, leaving me.