“What was your name before you were a slave?”She looked up at me then. Her brown green eyes pleaded with me directly for a second, and then droppe... back down. “Please Master, that girl died when I became a slave. Any name you wish is acceptable to a slave.”I knew, of course, her real name and could have named her that. Frankly it makes things easier as it’s easy for a slave to forget their slave name during the first few days. I liked to change a slave’s name though; it helped to reinforce her. He got what he wanted. “Take her out to the chopper.”“HE’S NOT A RUNT. IN FACT HE’S MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU EVER WILL BE,” Nicole shouted at the arrogant man.“I doubt that,” Horner pretended to be bored. “Let’s go!”Horace broke down and wept as the helicopter took Nicole away from him. He felt like his heart was breaking. The only woman in his life was being taken from him. He sat on the bed with the faint smell of her perfume and sex still lingering from last night. She must have had a feeling. Looking into the mirror Isaw that her choice was faultless. Cutting across the open v-neck of theblouse, the plain silver band added a touch of understated, sophisticatedelegance.I admit I was nervous stepping out of the flat. Not because of what I waswearing. After all, despite my guilty thrill in knowing that every singleitem of it was really intended for a woman, that outfit would have beenconsidered at worst rather eccentric on a man. Nor was I nervous becauseof the makeup, somewhat. Then he started trying to think of ways with me that he could fuck her good.It was Derrick who told me that we just needed to take the big chance. At first I did think it was too crazy, but ultimately we both realized that the worst thing that could happen would be that Mom would not agree to submit to our desire. She would still be my mother so either she would start cheating on my dad with Derrick the way I wanted or she wouldn't... but I just had to try to get her to do it.Just to try to.