For a man who had proved himself to have a relatively potent sexual imagination, this was not what she’d been expecting. Not by a long shot. The nex... surprise was that, if she understood correctly, the story would be playing out in her own home…tonight.------------By half past eight that evening, Meg was ready. She’d managed to change the bed and have a long, relaxing bubble bath. There didn’t seem much point worrying about the housework too much, given that nobody would be able to see. Said he wanted us all to have a good time of it.”“This is free? Oh shit!”“Simmons! There’s ladies present,” Abe barked.“Sorry boss.”Kristen smiled at Aoi. Abe seemed like a good old guy.“Mr. Gilford, where is our food?”“Well, you can just head right over to the truck it’s right over there, take your pick, they had a full menu, good food too.” He gestured to the Clown Car Food Truck parked on the side of the road. But just as he Aoi looked over to it, a metal screen pulled down and the truck. I think we've had enough cockfighting for one night."There were restrooms in a small building nearby, an old shed perhaps that had been converted to that purpose. These weren't segregated, unlike the restrooms inside the manor proper, and most other public places in the South. I found myself entering the ladies room with Miss Ingersoll and that was a first for me, sharing a toilet with a white woman, and a slave owner no less. She used one of the stalls, but I was more intent on washing myself. She was naked too, facing away from him, and he felt her bottom, surprised momentarily at how it didn’t feel as soft or rounded as usual. This, too, he put down to the wine.Oana stirred at his touch, and he felt her roll over. There was a pause, then she gasped, a small intake of air, loud in their bedroom “Ce naiba?” The voice was soft, but no less shocked, maybe even horrified. It was also undeniably masculine, and Chet’s eyes shot open.He saw himself, but different, before realizing he’d.