“Count for me,” I said. She had heard her brother count each stroke, and she said: “One” with a defiant and smug aloofness. It was far too smu... for me.I gave her a much harder second strike right across the ass. It left a beautiful imprint of the rod in her delicate teenage flesh, and she seemed far more moved by that one when she counted out two for me.I noticed how she had an extra flap of skin over her labia that stuck out in the middle of her pussy while she bent over. It reminded me of a. If we started anything, it would end up more about her than us.”“Mark’s gonna be heartbroken.”I shrugged. “In a way, I owe him. I don’t know how long it would have taken me to figure out if he hadn’t dumped me to go after Lydia.”We finished getting ready and grabbed some towels, both of us lost in thought. I locked up the house and we walked down to Mark’s, slipping around the side of the house to the back entrance to the pool.“So you’ll be okay if I try again with Joe?” Bethany asked before we. What's going on? Please?"My daughter slid next to me as I moved my legs over the edge of the bed. I felt half-drunk from my emotional afternoon and the uncomfortable sleep I'd had. I shook my head, then almost laughed as the absurdity of the situation hit me. "I ... I just don't know what to say, Kira ... I don't know how to say anything..." Mom ... you're kinda scaring me..." No, it's fine, Kira ... nothing too bad..." So, tell me..."I let out a breath, feeling that I had to talk to someone in. I winced at his comments, but I kind of understood his frustration. White people have done a lot of evil deeds to non-Whites over the course of the past few centuries. I guess not all Black people were willing to forgive Whites for their racism, past or present. As I followed Samuel obediently through Boston just like an obedient slave should, I got to know my master. He seemed to be at war with the world itself. He really didn’t like White men and White women, but his racial issues didn’t end.