Slavery isn’t even something we as Black people want to talk about, it’s something we want to place in its own little compartment and reference it...when we’re talking about racism and put it right back the second we start to feel pangs of inferiority and shame. Yet, there were true tales of survival, triumph, fortitude, enduring love, and even lust that slaves shared that have gone untold for centuries. This is one such story. E’ry night, I gotta sneak out ‘n tend to my man. He taint none uh my. ” “Thank you very much.” My stepfather and I then walked to the elevators. We weren’t talking at all. He pressed the button and the elevator arrived and the door opened. “I’ll order some champagne. Our guests will be arriving in about thirty minutes.” “Okay, Peter.” We finally got to the suite levels. We got off the elevator and walked to our room. It was so big inside. I looked around the room, while my stepfather called room service. The suite was very large inside. There was a living. It was some three weeks later that the children voiced their upset over their mother's apparent abandonment of them. "Dad, why doesn't momma want to stay with us? Why is she with that other man, dad?" said Charlie."Because she loves him now instead of daddy, said Grace. Sheesh, you don't know anything!" said my daughter."He's not a good man," said Charlie."No duh," said Grace.I hadn't told them anything, but Desiree had. She had actually had the brass balls to tell our two children that she. She said ok and told me to wake her up and get ready for breakfast.I said ok and then i closed the door.After that, went to her and she asked ne whether my aunt has any doubts.I said no and then we kissed each other and she said that yesterday was very fun.I said that i felt the same too.After that,we both got ready and came downstairs to have my breakfast.My aunt served us food and while we were eating,my aunt called me to the kitchen.I asked her what it is and she looked a bit angry and she.