There was an IHOP there, so I walked in and smiled at the young lady at the register."Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?" I asked."What can I h...elp you with," she asked with a smile. She was a cute little thing, but she was probably five years younger than Cooper James, and way, way younger than old Harold Lee Scoville. I smiled back anyway, just for the practice."I've been on the road a while and would like to get a good night's sleep and enjoy a fine dinner. Could you recommend. " A few times I have seen through the door crack of my mother being bound in half and brutally whipped with a belt. And I always got so jealous, wishing that my white step dad would do the same to me. I am just as feminine as my mom, and I always fantasized that I would find a dominant white master just like my step dad. 3My master in prison was exactly like my step dad. He was older, in his 50s, he was big, around 6 feet 4, with thick muscular arms and a big hairy beer belly. I am only 5. Seconds later, Harriet Carter stormed into the room followed closely by her husband and by Eleanor.“Mother, what happened? Oh my god, father!” she cried throwing herself on the bed. Sir Anthony put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her up whilst Eleanor went to her grandmother to hug and comfort her.A minute later, another bustle sounded from below and soon Jonathan Wilkes burst into the room.“I came as fast as I could. Luckily, I was at home when your coachman came. Ah, there he is. Can. Paying 'respects' to someone he never could stand was irritating enough without the rest of the flock being late on top of it. "Well, I'm here now," he muttered to himself with a low, fatigued sigh. "Might as well go see how the little slut looks with her mouth shut for a change."Bob slowly walked through the archway leading to the darkened funeral chapel. The only lights in the entire room were over the casket and the floral displays all the way at the back of the room. Bob stepped past the.