Dulcie Watts had immediately recognised the core truth in Cissie's gossip — whilst each gender needed some place to be among their own, there was al...o a need for another place to meet the opposite gender for whatever purpose. This latter place however was so often spoiled by the aggressive conduct of a few from both genders.A successful mixed gender institution could only be efficient if there was harmony and that required people who were respectful of each other as well as recognising. You see, them fat cats on the Island need some Jigs to keep their farms running, so they need farm hands to help 'em. Being as how it's spring, things are growing somethin' fierce and they need our old cuffee backs bent over fetchin' for them rich ofay asses." To serve this need and make a little dough, we have a truck that picks up the park apes here in Harlem and drops them off every moanin' at the farms. You could ease onto the Island by day, do your thing at night and catch the bus back on. Bennie and I were introduced as guests from Preservation to more applause and cheers. Robby stood and said, "I want everyone to know that there is now a new queen of the hill. Janice beat me fair and square in hand-to-hand this afternoon. If her husband, Bennie, weren't enough to discourage you," there were chuckles, "then, the fact that she can put you away would. I'm glad to have them both as friends. Protect and Preserve!"There was some good-natured ribbing of Robby though not much. He had. "You slut," I said. “You are like a bitch on heat. The moment I'm not around you start looking for extra cock. If you want to be a dirty little bitch, flashing your cunt around then you will get what a bitch like you deserves. You don't care what cock it is, do you? You are just a dirty bitch with a dirty cunt for anyone to fuck.” Marion protested her innocence as I knew she would. “You can deny it all you want, but I know what a whore you are” I said. When we got home to the property that.