Master puts the things He picked on a hook and sits down in the chair. He orders me to strip and start doing a show for Him. Page 2 I strip ...off my sundress and leave the thong on. I first put on the dresses one by one putting them on and walking around the dressing room. I know what Master wants me to do. I start doing sexy poses and shake my ass as I walk around for Him in each dress. I can see I’m doing a good job for Master’s lap is getting bigger. I can tell Master loves the. " "I know Negroes back home." "You didn't know when to stop, did you. We're no longer "Negroes". We're blacks. And I am a black man. Or, as some of us prefer, African-American." "Oh. Where I come from, or I guess, when I come from--. No, that doesn't sound grammatical." "It isn't. And the way you dress and talk," he said, sizing him up, "you have to got to be a friend of this family." "There's a family that lives here? I didn't wish for any family." "If I was going to do the wishing, I wouldn't. .. feeling like this... it just can't be bad." Yeah." said Robby, surprised that he agreed with her a hundred percent. The memory of that thick penis sliding in and out of his mother made his balls ache as they tried to replace what he'd just ejected onto his sister."We have to find a way to figure out what's going on." said Debbie more firmly."Yeah." said Robby again, still in agreement with his sister.They got up and cleaned up, and washed the bedspread, which had a large wet spot on it. Then. At work the following day he was silent, withdrawn. His co-workers at the brickyard did not pay much attention to him, for he was usually silent and withdrawn. They’d learned early on not to disturb him or jest with him. One particularly outspoken individual attempted to joke with the small man and mock-wrestle him the first month the small man had joined the crew. It took three other workers to pull the small man off of the jokester. The small man would have killed him otherwise, everyone was.