”“Where should we sit?” Jason asked.“The first row on the right -- the chairs with the ribbon across the seats are reserved for those of us pa...ticipating.“Well, then, we’ll stake out one row behind,” Phyllis replied.“There’s some time before we get started,” Naomi said. “I think there’s an urn of coffee and a plate of cookies set up in the lobby.”“I’ll just sit here and take a load off,” said Oscar.Phyllis approached Jason. “How you holdin’ up?” she asked him.“Better,” he replied. “As Aja said,. . ? What if he makes me pregnant?” I asked.“Then I guess we’ll have another son or daughter,” he smiled.“If you would have fucked one of the black men I sent to the house and gotten pregnant, that might have been a problem. I wouldn’t have gotten angry, but of course there would have been whispers when we brought the new addition to our family home, but we would have been able to handle it. If you get pregnant by Ronald, that will be even easier to deal with. So what do you want to do?”To hell. Anyway, I first learned what an incredible job you were doing from Sandy Harris. I think you have developed a respect for her talent and judgment. Well, Sandy said this place is the most spectacular home she has ever seen or heard of. Do you know what Judy and I want to do?"Andy just shook her head."We want to be naked and sit on your beautiful furniture and just let the soft leathers caress our bodies. We want to be able to use the swimming pool — and the paddle court! We want to spend more. Beth looked at me for a moment and took my hand. I led her into the room.The room was large perhaps one hundred sixty feet across and nearly as long. The floor of the room was dotted with many long workbenches. All but one of which had a cloth draped over it to hide what was on it. There was a man wearing a yamika at the bench on the far right.Hiram Meyer was a small frail looking, exuberant little man. His yamika was of a pristine white satin and he wore small round glasses with multiple.