Because of this I was kicked off the football team, much to Coach Smith’s dismay. He told me I had just messed up a shot at a scholarship to college.... I was beginning to understand why Coach had pushed me so hard at football. In the past year I had grown to 6 feet and packed on some more muscle. Diane appreciated this but it was difficult to have a conversation with her that didn’t involve me ordering her to do something sexual. My reputation as a brawler put me in a completely different. My mind tried to tell me something but the haze around it prevented interruptions of my useless rambling. Books … it was called a library! I was a genius!Okay, why was I in a library? – And why was there some form of demon on the cover of that book. The last thought took hold and I grabbed an ancient looking book with something looking very much like a demon on the cover. Written with some form of brown ink that looked far too much like old blood. This also did not feel like any sort of leather. That's right: it was the law. A slave owner was required to ensure, one way or another, that their female slaves became pregnant within two months of acquiring them and have a minimum of four children within the first seven years. If you don't, they could actually take them away and resell them. The slave population wasn't that large as a percentage ― maybe one in ten back then ― and that included the male slaves who were mostly working in the mines or other outside (read dangerous) jobs.It's. She tried to keep that to herself,promising herself that she would use that in her bedroom later. Christinewas very bubbly all of a sudden; when she first came in, she seemedincredibly uncomfortable, but now she was talking incessantly. Then, out ofthe blue, she asked Laura, "Do you think Jess does it too?" Laura wasfairly certain that she did; one time she had spent the night with Jess,and the girl had disappeared into the bathroom for about half an hour aftershe thought Laura was asleep..