Oh God, I can't believe that I am having this conversation with my daughter!" Your grown, married daughter, Mother," she said."I know, but it's still ...ard!" I said.I took a couple of deep breaths and then said, "Let me tell you everything."And I did. I explained how I enjoyed what Jake did to me. Then I explained about Amy, right up to what she had done last night."That manipulative bitch!" she said, but her tone was somewhat approving. "So what can I do for you, Mom?" I'm so confused!" I. Though he was once a proud man, Timothy’s father was now just a shell of the man he once was.Timothy had two younger sisters who both have all of the freedoms and rights of the female population in New America. They always wore clothing and were taught at a young age how to, and were expected to, help hold Timothy in submission. They eagerly participated in disciplining Timothy when included in the process by their mother and occasionally subjected him to other forms of humiliation, as only. “Are they just trying to drive me mad with worry?!”Aadya studied her youthful matriarch for a moment, and asked quietly, “Have you attempted to make contact with any of the Matriarchs? Perhaps we could try and broker some kind of treaty?”Tsarra grimaced as she snapped, “Of course I’ve tried, do you take me for an imbecile?!”“I’m sorry, Matriarch, I meant no offence,” Aadya quickly apologised.The young House Perfaren Matriarch took a deep, shuddering breath, then gave the other woman a sad. Each match of the night had some sort of theme. The first matches of the evening were always "Southern Belle" fights. For a Southern Belle fight, two female slaves were dressed asplantation belles at a coming out party. The costumes were exact down to the frilly pantaloonsheld in place with drawstrings at the waist. At the beginning of the match, the two opponents would be lifted into the ring sitting on woodenswings suspended with long ropes. They would emerge out of the darkness to.