Naked and wrapped in the red rope she looks calm and peaceful; standing, accepting her restraint.I look at my other hand: its holding the white rope. ...My eyes follow that. It is tied in much the same way around a dark skinned girl. Gwenda. The white rope shows sharply against her dark breasts, pressing in against them; and against her waist and belly where it loops tightly about her. It's odd, I think to myself. Why would she let herself be tied like this? And why I am I standing here holding. Do you mind if I call you baby?" "Not at all, I'd like that." she answered. Jeannie felt a little more at ease with her being there.They sat around the table, drinking and talking. Jim got up saying he needed a restroom break, Ted followed him, leaving the girls to chat. In separate stalls, the guys started taking. Ted suggested that Jim take CJ for a walk around, showing her the grounds. Jim smiled and said, "You'd like that? Me giving you alone time with Jeannie, so you could mess around?". ‘I don’t understand your question.’ ‘Do you wish to hire another colored girl or someone else?’ ‘I don’t know if a white woman would want to work with colored girls.’ She set it before him, letting it sit there. ‘I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps we should just stay the way things are, then. Do you have a list of any new things we might need?’ ‘Yes, as you asked, along with this one from Mr. Doyle. He says we’re going to need more flour for he wishes to start making other things besides bread. “No, no, no,” she cried and tried to wrench free.Ty wrapped his arms around her struggling body and shushed her gently, “Hey, hey, you’re safe, you’re safe, shush now.”Willow looked up and stared like a deer caught by a bright light. She felt herself falling into his deep blue eyes. They had a dark thin brown ring, around the outer edge of his irises and fine gold flecks that only seemed to draw her in further.For some inexplicable reason, she suddenly felt safe in his arms. She relaxed against.