The voice was not Leasa’s. The voice was Captain Beauragard’s:“Please, don’t...don’t hit me anymore.”“Apologize!” Sambo shouted in the...Captain’s face.After a long pause, the Captain squeaked, “I...I...apologize...”“Master Beaux!” Sambo demanded.“I...I apologize, Master Beaux,” the once proud Confederate repeated, as instructed.Leasa turned away from the ghastly scene to hide her tears. It would be difficult for her to ever look her husband in the eye again.“Get your scrawny, white ass off the. Of both types of employee.But someone else had committed a more serious infraction of some kind, and the supervisor was otherwise occupied when they started up their lathes again.Somehow, to the amazement of both, by the end of the day, Linda had agreed to be picked up at eight the following Friday night.She had also agreed to wear a costume.Chapter TwoGhost knew it could affect its host. While it could do almost nothing on its own, if it settled into certain parts of the host's brain, it could. He turned the key and backed out of the driveway. An awkward silence filled the cab immediately.“Soo where are we going?” I probed.He took a deep breath like he was about to tell me some dark ancient secret, known only to the chosen few.“ I know you’re not an active kid. And that’s ok, I would rather you play ball rather than hold up in your room all day, but I guess each to their own.” I could almost see the pain in his face as he said those words. “And well, I think you need a taste of what. Some people are comfortable where they are and want no change. Others have a vested interest in keeping the status quo. Though, I doubt, if you are in the last group, you should go and see what everything is about. You'll know much more about what's happening. I'm usually trying to stay out of the way." What kind of changes do they want?" It was only fifty years ago that the women had no vote at all. Women did what they were told and society still advanced. I don't think this is enough. The.