She'd be so surprised when he finally found her, he was sure he'd be treated to one of her excited, intimate hugs when they met.He headed for the rece...tion desk, but saw her coming down the wide stairs at the far end of the lovely old hotel lobby. She caught his eye, and gave him her wide, loving smile. Her familiar face was madeup more heavily, more lewdly, than he had ever seen in all their years together. She wore a loose, bright version of the native smock, that was tight at the chest and. Cammy had faced their predicament with her usual never-ending cheerfulness, and Autumn had at least not complained once. He wasn't particularly concerned with them making progress on the hut; it was more important that they keep up their spirits. But was that cheerful acceptance of their fate just an act? Was Cammy putting on a good face so that he wouldn't worry about her? Maybe they were back at camp confessing their fears to each other right now.No, he couldn't believe that. If they had any. It is about whites realizing they are inferior and will be better off serving as slaves to their Superior Black Owners. They rejoice in serving their Superior Black Owners. They rejoice in serving; they rejoice in being Black Owned so there is no moral dilemma. There is no dark, evil side to Black Ownership of whites. It is how the races are meant to function; whites serving and obeying Blacks. And of Blacks owning and taking care of whites teaching them how to serve and how to obey so that. " She led him up the stairs with the other woman right behind. Now, he was getting some hint at what she had in mind, so he started getting embarrassed. As a precaution, he read her mind, and that was the first time he really understood what a prostitute did for a living! Now, he was fully embarrassed!Storm Who Walks popped into his mind with, "I have checked both women, and they are free of disease, so you may indulge in sex with them if you wish." Thanks, but I don't know ... I can see that.