Trojan horse” he laughed” British white males used to feel superior. Now there masculinity isn’t what it was. Look at the white male.Hair in bun..., feminine “ manscaping” with face creams , eyebrow shaping. The white woman is crying out for a man who is a man. Fuck me, the males cry at their hurt feelings !”James nodded as he mopped the honey up with his last pancake“The BLM movement is just the start James” he said Master was in full flow now and I wanted to look up to gaze at him but my orders. ”Bevan’s face burned, and he began to sing another hymn in order to block out her obscenities. The Orc shrugged, her heavy boots sinking into the muddy road.“Ye can’t just block out things ye don’t want to hear, kid.”They marched for hours, their destination unknown to Bevan as the cart trundled through mud and potholes, bouncing and shuddering. The sun began to get low in the sky, and there was still no settlement in sight. They had nowhere to take shelter, nothing but empty fields and patches. "Shhh..." he placed his hand on her neck and pulled her closer. she ran his fingers through his hair and pushed him down on the couch. Flashbacks to when they were younger sparked in Scarlet's mind and she kisses him harder. He found his way under her shorts and grabbed on to her toned butt. She pulled her self off him and started undoing his shirt buttons. "Hold on..." he breathed. "...Bedroom" he kissed her and pushed her to stand. They stumbles into the bedroom and he pulled off her shirt. "The tickling breath made her squirm and push against his chest. "Stop!"He leaned back to take her in with a grin. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" Like a rock. How about you?" My first good night in a while," he said with a shrug.She traced his face with her fingers. There was a gentleness in his eyes that balanced the strength she saw there. She also saw something else, something that pulled her heart to respond. He had accidentally said he loved her once, but his words were nothing compared.