He wouldn't let us look after them." Leave mine, the one on this end. I don't think anyone could get away. The sergeant and I are good shots."He nodde... and left."Margaret, could I have a word?"We went into the parlor. "Do you want to stay?" I don't know," she answered."I am not going to be here very much, if ever. You would be the lady of the house. I would like for you to have a negro overseer, a strong negro women who controls that community?"She nodded. "Mabel." Would she make a good. It was going to delay the inevitable but still give me more time. It was getting late when I arrived home. It was already 6pm and Becky had dinner going. I took a shower first thing upon getting home. I still felt dirty when I got out, but there was nothing that I could do. I went and checked my email and found nothing of note. I looked over on my desk and saw my favorite picture of Melanie. I started to cry again. How could I have been so foolish? I had to turn the picture so I couldn't see. Lorris looked over his shoulder at me and to my surprise, winked. She looked a lot cleaner than the pile of rags I’d seen her as, last. The wink surprised me totally. I didn’t think she’d have the strength to stand again, let alone hang off Miles’ body in such a manner. Miles pushed her away, looking over at me. My startled expression evidently amused him as his laugh echoed around the room. He whispered something to Lorris, she left him and brought me a drink. “Drink up Bess. The night’s young. Please! I won't tell if you just leave now!"I laughed. "I'm going to humiliate you so badly, you'll never want to tell. Now shut up." I thrusted myself into her tight hole, and she began to thrash about. "NO!" Her crying became worse and worse. Another knife swipe across her ass didn't even shut her up. I held the knife to her throat while I fucked her ass, and still she cried. Finally, I stuffed her panties into her mouth and taped her shut. Her cries were weak muffles then. Blood ran down her.