Underneath them had been lit a fire, which still continued to blaze into the night. Their once peach white flesh had been charred into dried black hus...s. He nearly ran out into the clearing, but caution checked him. He wanted to cry, wanted to wail to the gods and demand an answer for why this had been done to them, but better sense prevailed. Then it hit him, the sweet sickly smell of burning flesh, the wind must have changed and now its sickening, awful aroma assaulted him. "My love, My son,". In the air is a coconut aroma that is emanating from her milky white skin. Although our glance was brief in definition, it told me more. She was no longer my friends little girl, she had matured into a wonderfully sexy young lady, who right now, as I sat at her Father’s breakfast table, I’d began to lust over. My moral compass had never wavered from the side of right, but today, on this fine summers morning I was beginning to question whether sex with a sixteen year old, the most beautiful. Life is about adjusting to new conditions. You are simply not readyfor any kind of change and that is a very important characteristic to possessif you want to move on in society. It is my graduation you are training for andyou can only think about yourselves. You are a taker. You want and want. Youdon?t give anything back. Now DANCE!? ?I gave him a lash with the bullwhip whichstruck him in his lower stomach. He sank to his knees. ?Please stop. It hurt somuch.? ?I struckyou on your corset. It is. "He was about to pop Morgan one, when we heard someone clear her throat.We turned around and saw Ms Harmon, Mel right beside her. "What is thisall about, Mr. Hennessy?" Umm. Nuthin', Miz Harmon. Just wanted to congratulate our winner, here." I am sure Mr. Fairchild appreciates your congratulations. But you andyour friends should go home, now."Tom glared at me, and moved off. He roughly brushed passed Mel, and hiscronies followed.I let out my breath. "Thanks, Miz Harmon." Think nothing of it,.