The sounds from the room above were terrible. As frightening as the old wolf was, Lorette stayed close to him. He seemed to take a protective stance i...n front of her with the fur on his back standing up in a most threatening manner. His low growls were enough to make her quake.Even scarier was the gun she cradled against her chest. It was cold in her hands, matching the fear that ran so freely in her veins. Tears flowed down her face to splash on the blue steel. More than once she thought of. Then she realized that she was still in the same room. But she was lying down. In fact, her arms and legs were spread on something circular. In analogy, she looked something like Vinci’s famous Vitruvian Man with the only difference being that she was clothed. She lifted her head a little and saw that two ropes attached to the top of the circular contraption and went towards the roof. From there they took a curve around the pulley and went into two separate dark corners of the room. The room. Mom tracked her to being a slave belonging to a planter named Malcolm Wainwright, Senior, who lived in what’s now Jefferson County, West Virginia. It was part of Virginia at the time. Slaves often took the surnames of their masters. There’s a chance that, if you’re related to Malcolm, then you and I could be distant cousins.“What ... wait ... She belonged to Malcolm and that makes us related?”No -- there’s more. Mom found Mabel in the eighteen ninety census and her race was listed as Mulatto --. ************************* A couple of hours later, I woke up, and Tina Lee was awake and reading, and looking at my watch, it looked like she had been up for about three hours, but I couldn’t get a straight answer out of her as to why. She just kept telling me she couldn’t sleep. The next thing I know, she had peeled back the covers from my naked form, she had me on my back, and she started kissing down my body from my lips, down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach, down my hips, down my.