The island where it is located really was one of the hubs of the slave trade back in the day. The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.I not ...nly fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I won’t tell you where it really is. At least not now. I don’t think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was. "I'm sorry Hannah, Trisha but I really don't!" I replied again."Then I guess it has to be a trick then!" said Trisha with a glint in her eye, and then she stepped up to me and kissed me hard on the lips.For several seconds this young pretty black girl, in a black tight fitting cat suit pinned me against my own front door and kissed me passionately.I then felt some hands gently rubbing over my shirt, and then lower down onto my trousers, before Hannah suddenly exclaimed "Oh, I think he likes. ” She swallowed, hanging on my every word “Up until now I have only punished you when you have been bad.”“I’ve tried to follow your instructions.”“Not well enough to my expectations. Now unfortunately I don’t have anything to make you pass out, and for first stage of conditioning I need to tie you up really tight so you can’t move, and it’s much easier to do if you are not conscious.” I could see the bottom of her lip begin to tremble, and fear return to her big round eyes.“No! Please sir I. ‘Goodbye, Robert. Your family is a haven of love in a less-feeling world and I appreciate your introduction to it. I can never give enough love to provide my fair share. Rather than bring you all down I’ll move on and maybe find an approximation one day. My love to you all. Julie.’ What? I tore downstairs and took the truck over to her apartment. The new tenants were moving in. ‘Julie? Sorry, she’s been gone since Saturday at least. No idea where. Said to mark deceased on any mail.’ Lovely..