We sat. She took my face in her hands again, and we kissed passionately, all tongues and lips. She broke the kiss and whispered, “I’m not used to ...leeping alone.” “Then, you won’t!” I whispered back. We kissed again. This time my gentlemanly instincts went out the window. My left hand drifted from her waist, inside her shirt, up to her right breast. The bra cup was soft, so I could feel her nipple as it hardened under my caress. Her hands went from framing my face to pulling my shirt over my. Don’t shoot anything but rabbits or hares. You may disturb a pheasant or two, but ignore them. I’ll chain Monty up as I pass the house. See you in an hour or so. Don’t shoot yourself!’ Hope later told Nash that less than five minutes after they parted she heard a single blast. She remained slightly nervous until hearing a second blast two minutes later, which confirmed that Nash remained in one piece. An hour later, Hope spotted Nash when she was walking down the hillside to the house carrying. "I shouldn't have said it. You're too sweet to worry about such things."My mood had changed now and I was feeling homesick, just fifteen minutes after leaving. I knew I was a slave and that didn't bother me, it had to happen sooner or later and I was lucky it was Mr. Reiser. Being a child of free parents, I enjoyed some rights and privileges, not many, but more than most black people, the ones who worked the factories and fields, the ones who were bought and sold everyday and would never be. Jesus!! I'd thought she'd looked odd with her clothes on. Now that her shirt was off I couldn't believe it. Where her sexy mommy tummy had been, there were now skin folds. Her arms had loose skin hanging down, something that hadn't been there when we'd been together. Her ass and breasts had both gone down a size or two as well."What happened to you Candace? Are you ok? Are you hungry??" I was genuinely concerned. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes and said "It's all YOUR fault Josh!" She.