I could not do nothin' about either one directly, I just figured that practice would fix the problem. I had her do a lot of dry-firin', an' that helpe... a lot.I had the women practice every spare moment, 'cause that incident with the three galoots had scared me fer what could happen ifen I was not there ta look after them. After a week of practice, I let them shift ta shootin' with only one hand. Strangely, Martha did a hell of a lot better with this one-handed shootin'. I sure do not know why. Even my mom noticed these things but neglected them and so I also did the same. But this was happening daily – my mother bringing milk and water and thus bending and him staring and spending a good amount of time in the washroom.Also, while he use to leave, my mother would be cleaning the floor. Her ass and panty lining were prominent and he used to stare at them.I felt awkward and one day, told my mom, “I think we should change the tutor.”Mom asked, “Why kanna (child), he is teaching well,. Turning back to face the front, holding Julie by her hand, my fingers locked into hers.“I’ll give you £500?” he insisted.Turning, with force in my voice I replied, “Look the tickets are not for sale!” I stared into his eyes, attempting to make my point.He curled his lips into a grin. “I’m not talking about your tickets, buddy. I want to buy your bitch for £500.” His expression, turned to rage, as he looked down at the ground, my eyes trailed his sight. He had a switchblade in his hand, pointed. She could scarcely have been said to have put a foot wrong during her initial days and weeks of slave duty. Yet, rather than receiving some form of commendation from the Chief Overseer for this, she only heard that the penalties for her would be increased if not only was this standard not maintained but, in fact, if it was not improved! The cruel injustice of the words were like knives driving through her vitals and it was impossible for her to stop herself shuddering."Have you nothing to say,.