Hmmm. Had she been wrong about him? Perhaps, perhaps not. Florence thought of all the men she’d known in her twenty-odd years living in Quartier Mor...n, North Haiti. Ever since her parents died, she’d been forced to grow up very fast. Her survival and that of her younger brother depended on it. Her grandmother helped, but there was only so much the old lady could do. Florence grew up fast and hard. She learned to defend herself from the wicked men who simply couldn’t keep their hands off her,. She was to be forced into using French or, presumably, English all the time.Carefully she tried her English, "What can I say?" English or French," replied the Chief Eunuch, "But for the use of Kobekistani twice this morning already, you will be punished after your bath. The Master ordered you to use the other languages as much as possible and so it is forbidden to disobey him."After she had finished her morning bath she was led to a whipping bench and made to lie face down on it. Her ankles and. Swish, swish, swish and you sneak up behind me. Mmmmm… While I am doing laundry…Oh! Yes…I bend over picking up the clothes…I am wearing a new skirt with new lace panties…little V neck shirt…satin matching bra…nice image I’m sure. YOU say ‘Ooo! Ooo! Bent over like that you ARE asking for it!’ And I say, ‘Yes, then give it to me!!’ So there I am bent over…picking up clothes to put in the washer…my skirt hiked just a bit up. My excitement builds as you noticed I have the see through lace panties. “Like eating pussy?” Dara was pushing it.“Like having someone who loved me other than as a friend or teacher.” I tried to take the high road.“Like anal?” Line crossed! “And teaching me how to make love?”“Ok, I can see where this is leading.” I gave up.“What do you mean?” said Lynn with her eyes fluttering.Lynn got up and turned on some tunes. The music was a bit jazzy and soft and relaxing.“Paul, lie back on this pillow and relax. Listen to the music and close your eyes.”I did as my lover.