“Run nigger” and I ran from the bar to the store like a fool. I came back as fast as I could with Jen’s order. “Thirsty nigger”. Yes, Ma’a... thank you. I started to order a water when Jen said, “my nigger isn’t drinking from a glass, use the sink in the bathroom”. When I returned, Jen just motioned me to the back of the bar, where I stayed for another couple of hours as they continued to drink and talk.As the bar was starting to close, Jen walked up to me in the back and sat at the table where I. “Are you two ready to go?”“Yes Master, whenever you’re ready,” Hope replied. I led them outside and they came up on both sides of me and snuggled up against me. “How far is your cabin Master? We are both looking forward to playing some more,” Faith asks.“Just a few minutes, we’ll get your packs out of the trolley and take my cart back,” I told them as I put my arms around their shoulders. “I imagine it might be getting a little chilly wearing just a bikini now that the sun is down.”“We can just. Not like my Katherine.Last Fourth of July, before her senior year at University, we cooked out on the dock. There's a little lake in the middle of our fields. Most of it manmade, but stocked from time to time with trout. I set up the grill on the edge of the lake. Katherine came down from the house while I was getting the fire lit. She unbuttoned her shirt and hung it from the grill for me to watch for fear of it blowing away. She hadn't been wearing a bra. When she dropped her jeans, I knew. The tire tracks in the snow left by the logging truck didn’t turn and I was confused. Log truck drivers travel this road at least twice a day and they know where they are. And of course it was slippery ... really slippery. When I realized that I was supposed to make a sharp left it was too late.I’ll admit I tried ... maybe I shouldn’t have ... but survival took over even if it was too late.On first graze the frame, engine and running gear slicked off like someone was cutting butter with a hot.