If they had been men, wewouldn't be in this mess." It's not that bad of a life. We have someone to serve...." Yes, we serve them. We have no choice in...that matter. Think about that.Men don't serve them. They do other stuff for them, but they have achoice in doing that stuff too. We just blindly follow orders." It's our place in life", Bunny counseled. "It didn't have to be. If our fathers had just not let themselves becontrolled by our mistresses, we would have been raised to be men andnot. Victor told him our names and then he stepped aside and opened the door.The rap music was louder than we first anticipated and at least thirty persons were there inside the main room.Mostly was interracial; white women who were scantily clad with black men who were sporting tiny string underwear that showed off rather generous packages. They were dancing together seemingly at ease while the white husbands sat in the background watching. A handsome black man wearing sweat pants with no shirt. At the far end of the property, a dark wooden tool shed with semi-glazed doors could still be made out. Two short stairs led up from the light marbled forecourt to the covered entrance door of the house.When I got out of the car, the two wings of the mighty entrance gate made of solid oak closed. She must have noticed me already. In my left hand the two bottles of red wine, in my right hand the flowers, I walked up the stairs to the entrance. At the top, the door opened and she stood in front. Luisa looked out her viewport, spying the mottled brown surface of the planet-sized moon she’d come to see. The planet seemed to rotate as the shuttle flipped end for end, pointing its main engines in preparation for the deceleration burn that would set them on course for entry into the moon’s atmosphere.“Prepare for acceleration,” the pilot called over the PA system, and then Luisa was pushed back in her seat as the shuttle’s engines fired. After two minutes, the engines stopped and the.