‘Twould be for naught!” She was looking at Alina, speaking as though she we were talking to Alina, but she wasn’t. She was speaking to someone e...lse…to something else. Something that stood in front of Alina, and though Alina could not see this being, she knew that it was there with its back to her all the same. And then she heard its voice. A soft, melodious voice so feminine and graceful that Alina wanted to weep at the sound of it. It too spoke the old language but again Alina understood.. The cabin door slammed open, eliciting a groan from the corpse that was Jonar. "So you live, yet!" a cheerful voice exclaimed sardonically. "And here your mistress was sure you were going to be dead by now."By the dim light from the candle hanging on the wall, Jonar saw the tall but skinny form of the ship's Jotnari cook. The humorous old man was as tall as Jonar and nearly as thick, quite cadaverous for the large boned men of the far south. Surprisingly, the frail old man's remaining muscles. Please? Please cum for me?"He would. Soon. The pleasure was washing all over him.The whites had thought their black slaves stupid fools, not much more evolved than apes. Thus, they had justified owning blacks and treating them as cattle--buying and selling, breeding and using. But Kunta was no docile, dumb cow. He was a leader of a proud race of princes, poets, and priests. He was an alpha among alphas. And he knew how to administer justice to dogs like these white scum. Suck, suck,. ” Liz heard a person standing behind her say.“I heard that Michael Jackson is here.” Liz heard another reply.In any other place, the see through mesh top that Liz wore would seem scandalous. But here, it was almost boring. For that, Liz was hopeful.The last several decades had been rather tame, though the 60s had provided a bit of fun. She had discovered that drugs didn’t really affect her like they did to humans, though the free flowing sex had provided some amusement. Legends about this club.