This thing is mine.”“Yeah? Finder’s keepers, Heather, right?”I heard her laugh as she let go of my knee and grabbed on to the tube and tried t...o lever herself on board. Instead the tube flipped over and as I fell into the water I grabbed Heather and hung on. In our tangle my nose ended up almost in her armpit, which sounds gross even if it wasn’t. She smelled of chlorine and of something else I couldn’t identify. When I think back on it now mostly I remember being confused.Heather and I were. Our lips mash and merge as our tongues drive in a heated frenzy to take what we can. His hands thrust into my hair, holding my head still as he captures my mouth. Our tongues fight a battle that we know we won’t win, but one we refuse to give up. He is over me, my legs opening for him. My back arches as he takes me, filling my body with his. He pushes deep into me as my legs wrap around him holding me him tight, refusing to allow him to escape. He pushes and kneads my flesh, pulls and twists my. She should have rinsed her mouth out when she'd gotten home, but she'd been so tired she'd gone straight to bed.That reminded her--she stripped off her nightgown and stood in front of the mirror, examining herself carefully. No, no bite marks on her breasts. And none on her thighs, either. One Saturday morning the year before she'd found little bite marks on her thighs. Until they'd gone away she'd had to stay away from shorts and swimming suits. That had taken some explaining. She still wasn't. The first thing Jane did wuz ta give him a big dose of laudanum. Right then, he wuz too badly injured ta worry 'bout opium addiction. It didn't take long fer the laudanum ta take effect, an' the nigger went ta sleep.Jane washed the dirt an' trash ofen his wounds an' we bandaged him up as best we could. We hoisted the nigger up ta the edge of the gully an' then ta the wagon. It wuz a damned good thin' that he wuz knocked out by the laudanum, cuz the rough handlin' we wuz forced ta give him would.