In time, I learned all there was for Sam to teach me. We weren’t in competition mind you. I was building rifles or muskets and had branched out into...making knives, swords, and a few hawks. I would help him out occasionally by shoeing horses for him and such. I was so busy that sometimes I had a two year backlog on fire sticks. Nevertheless I always made time to spend time with my wife, the most important person in the world to me. Anne and I started doing Revolutionary reenactments on weekends. Grabbing some small trays, she came over to the mat and knelt beside him, water dripping from her hair and beads standing on her partially exposed breasts. She made ink by grinding a black stone in a small tray, mixing it with water. There was no tattoo machine, only slivers of bamboo with needles set in their ends. When the ink was ready, she began. First, she carefully shaved an area of his left breast with a straight razor, then, sitting astride him, she started pressing the needles. " I licked her clitoris a little, then I sucked on it and licked it some more as it was in my mouth. "You have a perfect-sized clit, Nicki," I told her. "Would you like a fourteen-year old to learn on you?"Again she was quiet and complacent as I showed Joey how to do it. George had found a small picnic table and had dragged it over in front of the tree Gilbert was tied to. "Here, put her on this," he said. "Make the asshole see her right in front of him."So we put her right in front of him on. .." You'll move your things back this instant," she said seriously with a shake of her head. "Your Master needs you in here, not me. I'll be taking the room with Wren." But..." I blinked at her."I told you a long time ago, I wasn't of a sort to come between a Master and his negra. Now get your things, put them back, and stop looking at me like I'm from another planet!" Yes ma'am." I nodded quickly and I think I actually giggled with some relief, though I covered my mouth quickly."Moving?" Mr..