The huge Moor warrior was ready for more pleasurable things than his usual killing lust of battle.The big black man moved silently forward, holding th... young woman's gaze as if he were a black adder taking its prey. She gasped when his large battle scared hands closed over her delicate white shoulders.She never made a sound when the big black warrior picked her up in his massive arms and carried her to his pallet. Still silent as he pulled her clothing away in loud tearing rips. The fine linen. Her submissiveness does not make her trash. Her submissiveness makes her a treasure.Remember the golden rule, Dominants. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. As you want to be treated, so treat others. The Dominant wants his submissive to respect him and his authority. (There is a South Park joke to be made but it would be inappropriate just now.) The Dominant, therefore, should respect his submissive and her submissiveness.What does it mean to respect the submissive and her. .." Then she spat up a black, oily liquid and remained nearlymotionless, struggling just to breath."NO!" I grabbed her hand tightly, tears pouring down my cheeks. "Getup," I ordered, "you're gonna be all right... Just tell me what todo..." I was desperately, knowing that she was dying right there in myarms and there was nothing I could do. "MOM!"Mom opened her eyes a little, quietly gasping, "Carolynn..." Carolynn?" I repeated my sister's name in confusion.Carolynn was three years older than. It can't hold anyacids or chemicals beyond water so it's safe."They agreed to make the gun and informed security that it was a toy thatwas likely the most harmless thing made by them in a long time. It wouldbe ready at lunch, with Morgan giving it to The Imp when she saw her inthe hall between classes. It was in a box and covered with paper so itlooked like some kind of clandestine deal but was really just all forshow.As expected, rumors swirled about Morgan and the gun and what it coulddo.