.. not a nice term ... but they were in the same boat as the 'liberated' blacks. Not even second class citizens. A pretty girl seldom made it out of h...gh school. She was on her back working for some hick country lawman ... or his inbred nephew, and daddy had better not say anything about it.Advertisements began showing up in the newspapers, Henry Ford had ... Jobs ... five dollars a day!! Big money. There were even folks who showed up with busses and took the poor, dirt scratching, share. I reflexively averted my eyes and turned back to the screen. I soon noticed however that dad was constantly glancing over there as well. Within a few minutes I felt dad place his hand on my bulge. I heard him exhale and saw that he was looking at my crotch as his hand squeezed and caressed its contents. I lifted my gaze and he nodded downward. I saw what looked like a bulge in his pants as well. “Unzip your pants” he whispered low. I immediately complied and my newly freed member popped out. "Well, let's find a flashlight. I think there is one in the bottom drawer in the kitchen," said Cathy. Her voice was still a bit shaky, but she was getting better.Tony found the flashlight. The batteries were weak, but the yellowish light was still quite a relief. They ended up finding some matches and a couple of candles for light, and supplemented the flashlight."Let's not open the refrigerator," said Cathy. "The food there will keep cold longer if the door is closed. Besides, we can't heat. "That's quite alright, young man," The Char replied with a chuckle. "If I were in your shoes, I would be excited about that aspect as well." Sir, what did you mean by initially? Is there a possibility I would be receiving more?" I asked."Essentially, if your plan proves to be successful, we would have little choice but to increase the number of your companions to an unlimited status. The reasons for doing so are political. You see, even though neither the Char, nor the Vermin has a genetic.