It seemed like a long time since she'd started out down the path that led here, but a week ago she hadn't even heard of the Plantation Club.This time ...t was the young negro girl who led Shanika to the wash stall in the barn. "No need to shave that coochie since you be goin' back today," she said. The girl looked the other way as the slave girl squatted over the drain and relieved herself. She soaped her up, scrubbed her, and turned the hose on her.Yolanda appeared as the negro girl finished. V. along the way. Who’d have guessed it, another mass shooting was the breaking news story and everyone had their own stories to tell. A ticker tape scrolled across the bottom with mundane stories.The shampoo wasn’t good enough this time and I had to pick pieces of mulch out of my hair. Maybe conditioner would help it come out easier but I didn’t have any of that either. I sniffed an arm pit and received the pungent odor Jones was complaining about. I scrubbed that away in haste. Maybe Jones. He felt his entire head pulsing as his eyes began to hurt. He yelled out again as he tried to breath. Nothing but water filled his nostrils and throat with a sting. His sight faded slowly to black as his muscles relaxed and the last thing in his sight was that face seemingly laughing.Britney set down a bottle of tequila and lifted to shot glasses and was at a blender where a margarita was being made. Water created hands grasped the edge of the pool as a water humanoid rose from the pool,. I said, “I am but I cannot control myself, you are beautiful.” The lady conductor didn’t talk for a while. Then she got up and went to the driver. I was so scared, I didn’t know what was going on. She might get me into trouble.She came back to her seat and she whispered, “Everyone is awake, let’s do this afterward.”I was so happy as I never thought this would happen. I couldn’t express how happy I was. I was looking at the seat next to me and that seat was occupied by some old folks and they.