White Buck looked at me in awe, patted me on the back, and walked away without another word.The next day, all of the girls and young women cornered Fa...n en masse to hear the story from her. Of course, I did not hear this version, so I am not sure exactly what she said, but Fawn’s story must have made quite an impression. A week later, there was a big celebration of some religious event that everybody attended. Before the crowd broke up, I was called up by the man who was head of the Men’s. Reggie somehow managed to get out the side door of the garage and in all the confusion in the darkness slipped away without being caught. Damn that rich white asshole Gary who still owed him a hundred grand. If Gary had paid up on time Reggie wouldn’t have been forced into this hastily planned d**g deal which the cops obviously found out about through one of their snitches. Reggie knew he needed to lay low for a few days while the heat died down around this d**g deal gone wrong. He also needed. Jessika watched her new acquisition, smiling as Beautiful Vanessa waved at someone who was out working the fields, her pert, nylon covered breasts swaying with the motion of her arm. Vanessa was different, now, than she'd been before. This Vanessa seemed ... happy; content. She wondered if, when BV had renounced her freedom and offered herself to Jessie, some part of her inner drive – her ambition ... no, more like ... her interest in things – had been compromised or, perhaps, lost. Contentment. I had a good job as a paralegal. The people I worked with were more friends than just coworkers. My boss, Jeremy, was wonderful to work for. I had a nice car, a small but adorably cute house with a swimming pool out back. I was healthy, fit, and if I believed Melanie, sexy as hell. But, I was thirty-two years old, unmarried, and I could count on one hand the number of relationships I’ve had, without using my thumb. My reflection blushed. “Actually, the latter.” “Lydia Jane Stafford, it’s about.