I just grinned at her. Finally, she got it, grinned self-consciously, and punched me playfully on the arm. Then she turned serious."I still don't unde...rstand, Daddy. Why did you teleport me out of there? I know you explained it, but I'm your Protector and Guardian. I'm supposed to protect you and keep you safe. I'm supposed to die for you, if necessary, and be glad to do it for you. And I am. Don't you trust me? Am I not doing a good enough job for you? I can get better, I know I can," she. Let these thoughts soak in over as along a period of time as is needed. Try to extract a promise that "try" means at least a few such experiences... just in case the first one or two are less than satisfactory. Once you have gained her/his agreement to try such extra-partner-sex situations... you need to watch her/his responses in the days ahead. Is she/he really enthusiastic about the new possibilities ahead... or is she/he now reflecting some second thoughts or potential jealousy... or fear. Adam dun tried to carry me but he was too tired from walkin’ all dem nights. I tole him to leave me be and go on but he wouldn’t. Dem ole hounds caught de smell o’ my blood ‘n tracked us ‘n catched us right on up ‘n brought us back to here to ole Massa. Massa tell de ova’sea to do ev’rytin’ to Adam ceptin’ kill ‘em. Well, he say not to cut him down dere cuz he need him right for breedin’ ‘n all cuz Adam is a good bull. He make good babies for massa to sell fo’ lots of money. I kin’t have. She wore a very short black skirt and a red shirt that basicly looked like two strips of cloth wrapping from her waist and criss-crossing across her chest to tie behind her neck. It was just enough to cover her breasts, at least cover them to the point of being legal to walk in public. She also wore black boots that went all the way up to her thighs.It was finally her turn to go in. She went up to the counter and handed her I.D. over. The person looked at it, then back at her. Then his eyes.