I won her. In a fight."Pete nearly stopped breathing. "You what?" I won her. By beating her. She is my slave for three months."Just then, the girl cam...e walking back in with a steaming cup of coffee. She set it down on a small table by the loveseat where Pete sat. Pete looked at her up and down."Slave?? Oh c'mon, this IS a joke, I'm sure."Cobra wasn't smiling. She stared right at Pete and her gaze never wavered. "Sasha," she said calmly, "take off all your clothes." Yes, Ma'am," the girl said,. (At this point, he's a potential rapist; black, white, yellow, red, need all fear!)He comes up on this car and, driving alone, is this beautiful, and I mean gorgeous, black girl who, as he passes, smiles friendly like, as he drinks in her image...beautiful creamy thighs, a skirt that hardly covers them, tits so big they almost touch the steering wheel, and a 'mixed' nose (is that the right term?), one that is not flat or wide, but rather perfect for say, a model!Neil decides he's gonna slow. I'm not sorry about fucking her. Do you want to keep talking?" Okay," she said timidly."I wanted to tell you about that night, but you wouldn't let me. I understand, and it's my fault our relationship ended then. If I had revealed my philosophy to you before it happened one of two things would have resulted: either our relationship would have ended sooner or you would have expected and understood and maybe even embraced and shared the experience. If it ended earlier, I would not have. And when it gets you alone, it'll probably put you over its knee and spank your bottom." Can we ask it to help someone?" asked Carol. "Because that help might be noticeable." Helping others is an issue that's worried me too. I'm already giving each of you all the help you need, plus even more benefits, so obviously helping others is possible. My current thinking is that I don't intend to help anyone outside of this group, other than the possible inclusion of The Boys. There might be a few.