Now I was more determined than ever to leave; and become independent at the brothel. My one and only regret about leaving was having to say goodbye to... Stacey. I was hugging her with moist eyes when the car arrived for me. A burly driver was my tour guide as he drove me through the back streets in a town called St: Kilda. We arrived at what was once a warehouse; but recent renovation now made it look like a restaurant. “Take your clothes off and wait here” were my orders as soon as I entered. Placing his other foot into the right boot, heagain felt only a slight pressure before his foot slid into the footbed of the boot."They're on..." he murmured into the phone, his eyes drifting back tothe candles on the table."Good, see? That was easy, wasn't it? But you haven't zipped them upyet Kyle. You need to zip them up in order to see if they're the rightsize for you, don't you Kyle?" Yes, you're right" Kyle zipped up first the left and then the rightboot, straightening his legs in. "Why... uh... would you ask that?" Because I strongly suspect that he is," Matt said."And what makes you think I would know anything about that?" Cut the bullshit, Crow," Matt said menacingly. "You got a fuckin' spy living with him. You know every goddamn thing he does. You know when he takes a fuckin' shit and how much it weighs. So give it up. Is he back on the fuckin' horse, or what?"Crow sighed. "Yeah," he said. "He's back on it." Jesus fuckin' Christ," Matt said. "For how long?" He started. When it came to her brother she knew now that he could and would only be used as a girl. His ass will be used by anyone who liked boys just like those females vagina on this plantation.It was near planting seasons and Mae was on the hoe gang. Hoers job was to make sure the land was clear and turned over for the planting of the crops. On Cyrus Manor, Colonel Stockwell grew cotton and also a large vegetable garden to feed his family and slaves. With the episode of the previous night Mae’s day did.