I knew I couldn’t stop them from happening; but perhaps, with a little luck and a lot of planning, I could influence the direction they went, or eve...n redirect them into a more advantageous direction.The items in the Minor Events category were things like the Salt War, Yellow Fever and Malaria along the Rio Grande and Gila Rivers, Statehood in sixty-two years, universal education, and increasing the standard of living within the Mesilla Valley if not the state. These I could directly impact with. I felt guilty researching him like a stalker. I needed to clear my mind, so I pulled out sketch paper and some charcoal, curled up on the couch, and started drawing. I always fell into this state of inner quiet while drawing or painting. I thought it must be like what people feel when they meditate, though I could never clear my mind by just being still. Soon, I was staring at a bright-eyed Jack Russel terrier, his tongue lolling in a doggy-grin, standing on his hind legs. I laughed at myself.. "You have done what I wanted, but only reluctantly. I don't want that Veronica. What I want is for you to live to please me. I want you to crawl at my feet and beg. You see, Veronica, I'm no longer interested in you simply as a lover. I've decided to make you my slave."Veronica's frightened eyes swept over the other two figures then back to Betty."Betty, I've told you, I'll do whatever you want." Yes, you have," smiled Betty, moving to the fearful mulatto and running her fingers through. I was hesitant but she was insistent and after a bit I felt silly sitting there watching them. I pulled John and up and joined them. I had to admit his body against mine felt yummy. His dark skin against mine was visually exciting. His shoulders and chest were well developed and his stomach taut. I was fairly certain I could feel a bulge through his swimming trunks as we danced. Dancing has always been a type of foreplay with me and this was no different. I could feel a slight increase in my.