He was getting ready to go somewhere.Her tone to her husband was not polite,more of an order.He didnot utter a word and just dressed up and went out w...thout even a word to me.Then she came from kitchen after a while with some cold drink and some sweets and urged me to have it.She said she was going to take bath when I came and had her hair n all in disarray.I said still she looked good.I just could’nt believe I had said so..and I was a little embarassed but she was smiling and said ‘thank you. “I could take you again right now if I wanted.”Ian stared hard at his plate. “Please don’t,” he said, as if begging had ever worked before. Sometimes it even encouraged Silas.“I’m not going to, but only because up until now I haven’t laid a hand on you without putting something in your system to dull the sensations, and your memory.”“Thanks for that,” he spat.“Hey, I asked you what you preferred and you refused to answer.”“I answered,” Ian said, tossing his toast back on his plate. “I said I. We had long sustected that his obsession with the church and local church school had something to do with a certain teacher, whom for a woman in her mid to late 40's wasn't so terrible to look at-definetly fuckable. She and dad both claimed that nothing was going on between them, and honestly I doubted there was really. He had problems maintaining an erection due to heart complications, his knee caps were more or less gone, his back had been nearly broken in the accident so he could neither. ." You're not my nigger!" Tom shouted angrily. He hated that word."You're my friend. Now tell me."Toby explained his feelings as best he could. "It's hard to put itinto words," he said as they arrived home. "You got to be a slaveboy to really understand what it's like to be owned by somebody,Tom, like property. Yes master, no master, all day long."Tom Jackson thought about it all through dinner and on into theevening. He made his decision when Toby went upstairs to prepare hisbath."You can't,".