By the time I had hobbled my horse, stuffed my pistol in my belt and checked my musket, the farm seemed quiet again with only a knot of horses near th...e well to show that the plantation was entertaining a bunch of bushwackers that looked like leftovers from one of Arnold's ranger companies if I had properly sized them up. Then I heard a cry and saw the black girl who had answered the door being bent over the porch railing and raped by a large man in a green uniform coat. I was about to head that. The belt trying to divide me in half with a wasp’s waist and the thong cutting my lower body in the two. The thong was slicing into sensitive areas that, in my opinion, should not be sliced into. The thong itself was no longer visible from the top of my sex downwards as it had sunk so deeply into my opening.I could see the smug expression on Richard’s face as he again come around to face me and gloat at what he had done to me but he was not quite finished.‘One last finishing touch’ was all he. "Yes, Erik. I know I can trust you to hold to your word."She quietly cleared her throat and allowed her eyes to move stealthily over the young woman next to her. Christine sat with her head turned to look out the window of the train, but Helen felt that the girl's mind was not seeing the passing countryside and that her thoughts were far away."Well, it seems that she already knows the truth of the matter. This complicates things further. I am confused. Christine is not a wanton creature. How is. Her naked arms were bronze like her face that was framed with a 70's fluffed, golden mane. Said speaker twisted in her woven silk skin, away from the point salesman, my boss, and slinked up to where I stood like a cardboard poster child for suicide prevention."Gina sent me." The sparkle in her eyes hinted something between crocodile and supernova. The energy inside this woman, maybe 30, crackled louder than the florescent lights flooding the latest model cars destined to a junkyard in five.