It might be about the Pullman Strike or a hail storm that killed cattle and wiped out the crops. There were happy stories and sad stories but mostly ...hey were stories of perseverance. Important stories were told and retold and after hearing a story numerous times a child was expected to tell the story. If any detail was left out or incorrect, it would be corrected immediately. In this way oral histories would be passed on as reliably as if they had been written down.Intermingled among the. I have been put into trance sooften that sometimes months pass before I remember that my name isElizabeth and not Tinker Bell. I hardly ever think of myself as anythingother than something that is eager to serves mistress Mindino and herfamily. I dream constantly of how good it will be to be used my master Makambaor his wife. I cannot help myself mother. They have implanted thesevisions within me during innumerable trance sessions. Master Makamba andMistress Mekil have made me unable to resist.. ‘It would assist me greatly if you can recount such an instance,’ I asked firmly. ‘Perhaps a time where you were presented with the opportunity to…’ I thought briefly then decided upon the subject that did indeed interest me as of late, ‘…a time where you were present at an encounter where a gentleman’s priapus was actively entertained with your mouth, perhaps?’ She looked at me with complete sincerity, no trace whatsoever of anything resembling hesitation in her witless face. ‘Oh yes,. ? Her jaw, tongue, even throat,could not move at all.? Her neck, whichhad been accommodated for drawing the object into her mouth, now drew back andlocked into stiff position for the last time.?Her last remaining freedom being her own panicked eyesthat observed the motionless black spectacle before her. Because of her motionless state, it felt as though timestood still?no change could be registered, and certainly no sense of time couldbe made.? Closing her eyes and waitingseemed like the only.