” “No. I’m with someone, I have a boyfriend-” “He’s not here. I am, and I am telling you what to do.” The f***eful extra emphasis on the...last personal pronoun jolted me upright. There was a pause whilst comprehension flittered around my head before finally settling down. “Skipper,” I started, using the term sarcastically, “I don’t know what you think is going to happen here-” “Do as you’re told and take your clothes off!” His voice raised and his tone commanding, he reminded me of an English. ”Annabelle frowned at her and then said roughly, “Why four different hats?”Nicole looked startled, but quickly said, “White means a pleasure night; red means pain; black means denial; and the red and white straw hat means pleasure and pain.”Annabelle grabbed the white Stetson off Nicole’s head and threw it back into the trunk. “Tonight is not going to be a white hat night,” she said curtly as she picked up the red hat.“I think I will wear the hats in this relationship from now on,” she said. Even as the crowd begins it’s chanting, the slaver’s voice fading into the booming depths of the roaring of the masses stretched before her, she breathes evenly and deeply, trying to calm that inane need to flee. The earth girl in her burns to scream out her defiance to those that look upon the bared form of what they see … just a simple slave girl. She can see the hunger in the men’s eyes that move over her exposed flesh in a deliberate rape. She also can see the fearful and spiteful looks of. Her bod began to inch closer to me and I could tell the alcohol was changing her view of me. She asked me if I thought there was any chemistry between us, and I had no real answer. I was in some sweatpants and she was in yoga pants and her top. She said she would like to know what I thought of her body, to which I honestly told her I hadn’t thought about it, since I was twice her age. She told me she found me very attractive and the age thing was part of it. I finally asked her if she was.