He agreed that the army wouldn’t allow Negroes or Indians to enlist, although a few Indians might be allowed to act as scouts. “How few?” I aske... eagerly. When he shrugged, I grinned triumphantly.He agreed with me that Negroes should be allowed to fight. After all, they had a lot to lose if there were a war over the slavery issue. He hemmed and hawed about my suggestion for several minutes before agreeing. “Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke,” he commented about his superiors. “That’s the first. .."Opening my eyes I glanced aside for Dave's approval, only to see that he'd disappeared. "Shit, he's gone."Quickly Dawn elevated, shaking her free fist. "Your friend is so dead."I stifled the urge to chuckle. Seeing her annoyed was rather satisfying, even if it was at my expense too. "Looks like we're staying together a bit longer after all," I added, just to rub it in.Dawn growled."At least we're out of the spotlight out here," I asserted, only to be proven wrong as a gaggle of naked. ”“Like any human could kill me!”Rosa lunged hard. Abigail caught Rosa’s wrist. The vampiress gasped as Abigail twisted the hand clutching the crossbow bolt and drove the white oak shaft into Rosa’s chest. The vampiress’s eyes widened. Her body went limp as the paralyzation took over.Rosa crumpled to the ground.“I killed my first vampire at eighteen,” Abigail sneered. “Four of us, humans, untrained, unskilled, killed him. Sure two of us died, but that didn’t matter. He was dead.”Rosa stared up. I was curious to try. Then one day I saw an advertisement from a dominant woman in a common sex magazine, where she looked for a slave for a long term relation. i contacted her and to my surprise she invited me to her home. I learned later that her husband was also a Sub of her, but that doesn’t matter as all dates with her were without him. Then we had a first date. I visited her and she did some tests with me. But to my own surprise after that date I became her slave, but still a male slave..