They were both bigger woman with huge boobs and asses one was black and the other was white. They said to show there appreciation I should come over l...ter for some drinks. So later that night I headed over and had a few drinks then said I should be going when Barb (the black one) said stay for one more I will make you a special drink so I did. She must have slipped something in it because when I came to I was tied to the bed. Tammy (the white one) had her top off and said oh your finally awake. But we kept painting.We were working on a picture of an old woman in her tent. I’d only met her once, but I knew her. She’d died in the fire. That wasn’t what we were painting, though. In the image we were working on, the old woman was reading a book by the light cast from an oil lamp. She looked peaceful and happy. It was what I hoped the afterlife had in store for her if there was one.Two or three times we had to lower our lift and step out in the field to get a good view of the wall. We used. Mary, who was now seventeen, was driving the combine, after Bobby had taught her how to do it.“Well, neither of them have a man to do things,” said Bobby.Mamma snorted. “Arthur Thompson is a full man.”“Not really,” said Bobby. “He doesn’t do much, even when he’s there, which isn’t often.” Bobby had not, in fact, ever seen Arthur at his house.Mamma was no fool. She remembered Joe, very well indeed. But she said nothing. So far, only the Johnson woman had gotten pregnant. That she did so after. ’ The man held out his left hand, palm upward. There was a sour smell, like he hadn’t bathed in weeks. Alicia hesitated a moment. It was only a coin. But in the back of her mind, Master’s voice echoed. Her nipples were suddenly so hard. She could not deny Master’s command, His compulsion. She looked down at the scraggly man. He was hunched over, trying to look downtrodden as possible. ‘Please,’ Alicia said, ‘I need that quarter.’ The panhandler looked her up and down. ‘Frankly, Miss, I need it.