My journal, I sprang to my feet and snatched it from her hands. She looked at me in surprise, and I felt like an ass."Sorry that's private, my journal...." She smiled and calmly walked away continuing her inspection of my space. She stopped and picked up another book from the table next to the couch. A copy of Paradise Lost, by Milton, that I had found at a second hand shop for a quarter. She paged through it reading the passages that I had highlighted.I returned to the couch and sat, leaving her. She’d been baptized in the Church on Martinique as an infant and had received some instruction from the priests and from her owner. Her faith had been shattered by the loss of her baby and whatever churchgoing survived her loss of faith had lapsed when she was taken from Martinique and sold to Amélie’s father not long after she’d given birth. Her new owner and his family were non-practicing Christians and did not care a whit about Sandrine’s religion. Here in Oxford, however, Catholics were. "Not supposed to stay mad at me."Denise kissed him quickly on the cheek as she slipped by him holding her towel with one hand and her coffee with the other. She put her cup down on her dresser and began pulling out clothes from the drawers. Jack watched silently as she dressed, enjoying the spectacle of her covering up. She stopped before putting on her blouse and cocked an eyebrow at him."Enjoying the show sonny," she drawled at him."Oh, very much so, madam," responded Jack with a cheeky. ..right up to your hips. Her panties were now totally exposed and he could clearly see the curve of her vaginal area, and the dark curly hair beneath. Concentration was a luxury at this stage. As he took picture after picture, she anticipated his agenda.....slipping her hands beneath the waistband and gradually pushing the panties lower. Both of them gasped as she gradually exposed her pubic hair. "Just one of you holding your panties aside first." He asked. She obliged without resistance..