We don’t care about the girl, anyways. I wash my hands of this whole affair.”“Not so fast,” Gestas grinned, “How many ti...es do you want him scourged? Five, ten?”Yoel’s eyes narrowed, “Forty.”“What?!,” exclaimed Dismas, “Forty’s a death sentence by Roman law! He’ll be dead long before he hangs from the cross.”“Thirty-nine, then!” Yoel shouted as he stormed out of the cavern.*****The fiery spirit. Loud murmurs arose from the crowd but then quieted, no one counter bid and my family was led off the block to face their new owners. The white man simply nodded at them, took his wife’s arm to leave, and their new servants fell into step behind them. It was a long drive back to the plantation, and the three sat quietly in the back of a wagon loaded with supplies following the carriage in front of them. They were assigned a small house on the edge of the slave’s quarters and settled in for the. "You do as she says and follow the signs to the main hall. There are a group of girls near the door, and as you squeeze past them, one of them pinches your bum which makes you jump. You turn around, and a blonde girl faces you, gives you a cheeky smile and suggestively licks her lips. "You're so naughty Doe" one of her friends says to her.You decide not to cause a scene, so you take a seat in the front row and wait for the assembly to start. You look around at the other students. You can only. ” I said, trying to act nonchalant. My mother saw right through me.“You had sex with her, didn’t you,” my mother said, stating it as a fact rather than a question.“Maybe,” I said which a smirk.“And,” my mother pushed.“And what?” I asked.For someone who can read every thought and desire, it sometimes takes me a moment to catch on.“How was she?” My mother asked with a surprising amount of enthusiasm.“Oh. Well she was pretty good. Couldn’t deepthroat me, but she squirted like a fire hose. Her.