Hopefully it would simplify my escape should another opportunity arise. Unfortunately my victory was short lived.'Give me dat rope.' With new doubts s...ddenly gnawing at me, I watched the guy to my right pick the rope up off the ground and hand it over.'Arms in front whitey.'I resisted, instead putting my arms to my side, close in to my body. When I felt the point of the knife on my cheek, I froze.'C-c-can I cut him?''Your call whitey.'A drop of blood slipped down my cheek. I was scared to. When I got downstairs there was no one there so I looked this weird machine over and decided that the best thing to do would be to get all the tools we would need ready for the millwrights when they got here. I went over to the toolbox corral (a fenced area where all the toolboxes were kept after the millwright completed their shift) and pulled over the same toolbox that Howard was using the day before. When I got back to the machine Howard was telling a group of men what they were supposed to. The sister smiled at her, reached over, taking Micol's other hand in hers.She gave it a squeeze before pulling it towards her. The girl wrapped Micol's fingers around something small and firm, fleshy even, like a small finger. She thought it the brother's thumb at first, but he had a hand on each girl's breast, just under the water line.The girl held Micol's hand around the small thing, squeezing Micol's hand closed tightly on it, then rocking it back and forth along the 6 or 7cm length of it.. "Can you come here please?" Seeing an opportunity to have some fun, Tim replied in his best slave drawl. "I's comin' Missy." He dropped his axe and strolled over to the porch. A knowing grin and lustful eyes met him when he got there. "I need something fixed. Come inside." His eyes widened in mock fear. "Oh no missy! I cain't do that! The Massa wup me somethin' awful if he caught me in the house when he warnt here!" Well, I need something done, and if you don't come in the house I'll tell my Pa.