Bes' damn cocksuckers 'tween here and Nah'leans, yessah." And you'll sell them when the time comes?" I asked watching the skirts sway side to side on ...the retreating girls."Oh, likely. Them almos' white ones, they bring a good price. I got a thousand for the bes' one las' sale, but shoot, she'll bring in ten thousan' in ten years. Good inves'ment in a'prime piece a'ass."He led me back to his big home with its many chimneys, had a meal ordered while he went off somewhere, and I later was shown to. "I've got her blackmailed about six ways by now. Let's get going!" Honestly, honey, there's nothing to it!" Kelly Agard was explaining to the nervous young woman as the two of them entered their dressing room where Jon awaited them in his usual nasty mood. "Here, let me freshen your drink."Lynn nodded dumbly and decided that getting a little bit tight was probably the best strategy for getting through this terrible experience in one piece."After all," Kelly continued, a convincing soothing tone. He was an artist, but he was also a writer. He liked poetry and nature inspired him. So did Gin. She was his muse. Sex was her muse. It entertained him greatly. One thing he could say for certain, was she had plenty of opportunity for inspiration. It was getting dark. Gin was stretched out on a grassy bank near the shore. It was getting a little chilly out. He figured she would be ready to leave soon, but didn’t look like she was to that point quite yet. They had talked about having sex on the. .. my identity, my own personality. I built up all the internal energy I could.And suddenly, abruptly, I slapped her.I didn't hit her hard ... but I have to confess, I tried. It was a gentle slap at best, but it was the most I could do, and it shocked her speechless. She stood agape at me ... her eyes wide with terror. This was HER world, yet I had seized a small piece of control. And she couldn't have that.The world blinked out of existence and I found myself in a grey, bodiless limbo. I had.