"Ms. Levy?" the male voice said. "I was at school the same time you were. May I drop in on you for a few minutes?"Tracy's eyes dilated in fear but she...said, "Certainly. I'll be waiting for you here." After hanging up she said, "I guess it's show time." Who was that?" It was him." No, Tracy! Do you know what you've done?" Of course I know what I've done. I'm finally going to meet the man I've wanted to meet for a year. Aren't you the slightest bit curious? All that I really want to do is get his. .. stop," Melissa murmured. "Married ... adultery ... pregnant."Reggie comprehended the fragmented thoughts Melissa verbalized in spite of the kickass drug he had given her. The prospect of impregnating her had the opposite effect on him. Knocking-up a white woman gave him a sense of accomplishment; it bonded her with his race, and left no choice in loving a reminder of her rape."Don't worry. I'll take it out before I cum, baby," Reggie tried reassuring her. They both knew he would not keep. She uses Ann, and I've always been Belle." Belle said to his surprise."Holy Shit! I've been checking out my boss's wife like she's a steak at the meat market and she's been flirting right back. How in Gods name can he call her "the old gray mare"? She just oozes sex." He thought to himself as he walked with Belle to meet Ann."Anna Marie, meet Jared Winslow. We've already put him to work and he passes the test as a good guy." Belle said smiling to her sister.Ann Comeche was simply a younger. .. She was startled out of her plans by a hammering upon her door. “Prioress Gabrielle!” came the muffled voice of her supposed superior, Bishop Mathys, “Open this door! King Roland is here, and he demands to see you this instant!”Garbielle took a moment to compose herself, before returning her satchel to it’s hiding place and silently closing the armoire. Things were beginning to look grim, but perhaps there could be some other way out of this. She answered the door, a sweet smile prepared for.