Bythe time that she had finished talking, we were half way through oursecond beer and I was most of the way to being very drunk.This was the first tim...e that I had had this much alcohol to drink. I hadnever drunk more than a glass or two of wine at any time in my male life.The fact that I now weighed about half of my male weight also contributedto the inebriated state that I found myself in. I realized that I neededto relieve my full bladder. Jill saw that I was fidgeting and asked, "Ibet that. I loves him more dan anythin’ in de whole world. I knows with e’ry bit o’ my soul dat Adam loves me with e’ry bit o’ his soul too. Massa say niggers ain’t got no souls. He say only white folks got souls but he crazier dan a loon. Even I know a soul is what makes you ‘live, a soul be da thing dat makes you sing ‘n dance ‘n jump around. God dun answered my prayas. Adam is ‘woke. He’s still weak but da fire be back in his eyes. Ole Sadie say he pull through cuz he gots pure African blood in ’em.. "I don't think so, Brandon, she snapped. “I'll be taking care of that." Her glare was enough to communicate my command. Nervously, I moved closer towards her, trembling, more out of fear than the cool air that wrapped itself around me. She began rubbing me somewhat roughly, beginning with my blonde hair. Next she toweled my broad shoulders, slowly turning me as she did so. She was taking her time, obviously enjoying her position of power. She dried my chest and as the towel moved down over my. I was starring at Srividya…She came running to her mother….“Amma… I want to buy a dress ma…. at least now.. see u have money no….”“Let me see… the bus and train fares have increased…I will buy you once i come…”“Po ma… You never buy me anything… The last cloth i bought was 3 yrs back when i was in school… Even the old clothes given my Sushila amma’s home are now old and torn… how long can i wear old dresses?She had tears in eyes….I came late from the BPO work… I was shouting at myself for being.