There was not a dry eye in the church when everyone saw my small black coffin. They all thought of me. In the emotional atmosphere they thought about ...ow playful and nice I was. When they thought about me, a piece of my identity was lodged in their minds, and suddenly my existence on earth started to have significance. It seems almost worthless doing anything on earth unless other people recognise it. I knew, however, that once many of the churchgoers went home to watch TV, their memories of me. It's his fault that we are behind. Lady Yolanda even agreed when she was here two weeks ago." The man would sell his own mother to save his skin."Yolanda," she stated in icy tones. That name was obviously known to Megan. "What does she have to do with this?"Grant, seeing a way out of the pit that was about to engulf him, threw Lady Yolanda under the proverbial bus. The calculating opportunistic twit was about to say something stupid again. I figured that I would head that off before he pissed. “I wouldn’t try that again, boy. Unless you’re prepared to take the beatin’ of your life in front of your wife,” Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.Slowly, with his wife’s help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath.. Punishment needed to be swift and merciless in order to ensure that she was very clear on what to expect -- and I made damned certain it was. It would save us a lot of trouble down the line.Now, remember, this isn't the Dr. Spock book of child-rearing we're dealing with here. Would I have done this to ANY of the kids? No. But Karen was in full submissive mode, and she didn't need Mr. Wishy-Washy, she needed a master who would hold her feet to the fire. I made sure she got everything necessary..