" I got mad and told him I wasn't some cum-bucket whore that he could use to masturbate in whenever the mood hit him and we got in a big argument"Imme...iately on saying that, her mood reversed and she broke into tears."He didn't even say he loved me, then, just argued about how right we were for each other and why was I breaking up now after we'd been together so long" She sagged into my arms, weeping.I just held her and let her cry it out.We didn't fuck that evening, I just held her and. "She started for the house, and I hollered, "Where you goin' girl?"She turned, confused, "Why, to fix your dinner, Massa!" How you gonna do that 'thout no firewood?" I asked, disgustedly, "Ol' Franklin done got the better of me on this deal! He didn't let on a bit that you was dumb as a post!" You mean, I got to chop the firewood, too?" she asked in despair."Who you think's gonna do it? The dogs?" I shook my head at her, "Damn girl! Why you think I wasted all that time showin' this stuff to. . I don't want to talk about it.''Oh. Okay. If it's the game, hell, you're out of practice, that'sall, I wouldn't worry - ''It's not the bloody game,' Tom whispered hotly. 'All right, if youreally must know... what's stressing me out is that you were checkingout my arse every time I bent over the table.''Not every time,' Jamie objected.'It's not a joke! Christ, I'm here as a man, not as... her.'Jamie shrugged. 'You both have very similar arses though. The pair ofyou are, well, identical, and -. Allison's eyes got big when she saw the bottle so I held it out to her. She took a sip between 'yeah' and 'uh-huh' and handed it back. I took the bottle back and headed for the living room. Then I stopped and went back. I handed her the bottle and went out back to recover the textbooks and homework I had been working on when she got home. It had only been... I looked at the clock. Three hours! We had been going at it for three hours! No wonder we were thirsty.I put my school stuff on the desk.