The Yanks had burned the mansion down. At six years old I had my own slave. He was six years old too. He was called Atwood. Wasn’t real uncommon... for plantation owners children to have their own playmate slaves. Lots of times the slaves would grow up serving their master all of their lives. Atwood stayed as my servant until the war. Atwood was given to me at my sixth birthday party. He had been bathed till he shined and was wearing clean hand-me-downs my brother had cast away. He was led. I offered him a drink when we got inside and we both sat on the sofa, all cozy, and he said “If you feel like a bride, then this must be our honeymoon.”I just laughed and he leaned forward smelling all crisp and musky, his big left hand caressing my smooth white thigh. “Mind if I kiss you?” he asked.I nodded shyly, expecting a polite kiss, but he planted his thick lips right over my mouth and stuck his wet tongue practically down my throat. “Mind if I touch you here?” he asked, running his. I did not expect anywhere to mean her parents’ bedroom. She let go of my hand and opened the top drawer on the taller of the two dressers. From the men’s underwear that I could see, it was her fathers, I didn’t want to see her dad’s fruit of the looms. She reached way into the back and took out a small key and walked over to his gun cabinet. “We shouldn’t be messing with his guns”, I warned cautiously. Being a cop and an avid hunter, Ashley’s dad had a pretty formidable arsenal in the case.. “Yup, be right there” “You sure can zaddy” “Yes, that dick” “Come over to my spot and get this pussy” Those last couple didn’t sound like a bad idea to her, so she made a mental note to remember them for after her briefing.*************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** “Before you go” Shannon started, “I think I have an idea on resolving my mistake earlier. The Gierger.