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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty Eight
As I began to raise myself from the lounge chair, my head felt light and my knees seemed as if they were made of rubber. My entire body swayed back and forth, while I tried to maintain perfect eye contact with Zeb and Luke.
"What's the problem Kev?" Zeb asked with a rather humorous tone in his voice. "You're acting like you have just tied one on and can't keep your balance. "
"No nothing like that bro", I replied. "I just must have gotten up to fast or something and the blood ain't flowing as fast as my brain is working."
Luke chuckled, saying, "Looks to me Master Kevin that you are in need of a chair before you fall flat on your face".
I was able to walk towards the two handsome men, as I focused on the vacant chair which was now placed between the two of them. Luke rose to help me get situated, and I was very polite in my words to him for the help.
As I continued to observe my immediate surroundings, Luke stuck two of his fingers back into the bowl of macaroni salad and scooped some out and simply ate it as if it was the polite thing to be doing. The look on his face was one of, for a lack of better words, a `sinister glee'.
Just behind Zeb was a much smaller outdoor table, but; it appeared to be the gathering place for what I took to be some of my former bondage items plus some that I didn't recognize. Just why those things were sitting there, in such an orderly fashion I hadn't the foggiest idea, but I knew that Zeb was going to tell me sooner or later; he never let anything fester, so why would I expect to learn he's changed.
On the main table were several thick file folders, two of which seemed to be overflowing with printed material.
Franklin came out with two beers and another one of those damn plastic bottles with a cock shaped nipple on it. I was beginning to get one of those... `Opps, not again' feelings in the pit of my stomach.
Zeb began speaking as he hefted the top folder down right in front of him, while he took a health swig of beer. "Well Kevin, I'm glad that the two of us have had some quality time together today. I was quite uncertain as to how the two of us would gel, considering that we were never really that close with one another the last two years that I lived at home."
"Yeah, it was more like you were the `big prick brother' that every kid hates to have as a sterling example of manhood", I said as I discovered that a few of my words sounded as if they were slurred.
"Fuck Kevin, did you really feel that way about me. I had no fucking idea that I was acting that badly towards you and Carol. I don't know what to say. I don't really have any excuse for my bad behavior, other than my mind was on the subject of long term employment and girls; if ya know what I mean."
"Well most of the time we did, but there were always those times around the holidays that I put aside my feelings towards you, just to keep peace and harmony in the family. We all know how mom gets when she gets upset if things don 't go her way", I said with a fading sense of confidence.
"You feeling any better Master Kevin?" Luke posed the question in what sounded like a sincere and concerned tone of voice.
"I'm just happy to be sitting and not laying on the darn ground", I said laughingly.
"Kevin, the water bottle you drank in the pool... well... I sorta, kinda, had a mild sedative in it, just to keep the edge off of any feeling you were having towards me and my friends. Sorry if I mixed it a bit to strong, but I'm only human and prone, like you, to make mistakes from time to time", Zeb said in that all to familiar authoritative tone of voice that I remember ever so well.
"Fuck me, Zeb! What the heck you do that for. I wasn't being hostile to you or anybody else ever since I've been an intern with dad's company. All I've ever done is to open my mind to the world of slavery in order to make me a better owner, or Master", I said rather unexpectedly. I was sure that Zeb hadn' t expected me to sound so defensive towards his verbal assault.
"Easy bro", he quickly responded. "Here take these to pills and that should take the edge off of what ails you".
Zeb pulled a small, really small white envelope from his shirt pocket and passed it to me. I opened it up rather slowly, thinking that Zeb was pulling some type of joke on me.
It was no joke, indeed two small lavender pills came sliding out of the envelope into the palm of my hand. "Damn things sure are small. You sure that these are safe and all for me to be taking?" I asked.
"Just swallow the fucking things Kevin. They ain't gonna kill ya", Zeb said in a much higher tone of voice than usual.
Luke took one of his hands and laid it on my bare shoulder. It felt warm and soothing to the touch. I was almost certain that he and I would become more than just employer/employee in the weeks and months ahead.
I swallowed the two darn pills without having to swig any of the contents of the bottle; while Zeb flipped through several pages of paper until he found the one (s) he was looking for.
Luke's hand left my shoulder and began a slow and rather sensuous journey down the exposed flesh on my back.
"Where did you guys put my shirt and shorts Zeb?" I asked with concern.
Zeb didn't even bother to answer my question. Instead he simply started a whole new conversation unrelated to the one in reference my clothing.
"Dad and mom left us a stack of paperwork Kevin. Some of it is really important stuff and the rest of it we can take day by day or when time allows. It seems that this whole thing with Doc and Frank was orchestrated very well with the judge in charge of those two fucking idiots. Not only did dad get this place dirt cheap, the judge froze the two turds assets and awarded them to mom and dad. Then they turned around and had their attorneys draw up papers, making the money they got turn in to a loan to you and me. It's going to be really hard to make payments on this loan but if you and me put our hearts and soul into this venture, the payments will be a piece of cake to make on time. All we gotta do is sign them and have Luke, here, sign the papers as our witness; take them to town and send them to mom and dad... done deal... this place is ours and in time we have to cut Carol in on a small portion of it all too. I think that is only fair don't you." Zeb said as if I didn't have a choice in the matter.
"But heck Zeb, this whole thing started because of me and the way those men used me unknowingly and unwillingly. Mostly because of all those damn drugs they made me swallow. I should be getting more money than anybody if you ask me ", I said rather sullenly.
"True bro, but it is also you who allowed yourself to be force milked up at Windy Hills Farm and dad and mom told me that you really hauled in a rather huge chunk of dough. Tell me the truth Kevin, did you enjoy all of that shit that you allowed to happen to you?"
"Zeb why do you always have to lay the blame on me for everything. I did that shit because dad and mom said the it would be a good financial beginning for me and besides, at first I didn't mind it, until the kinky shit started", I said even tempered, although I wanted to put my fist down Zeb's throat.
"Easy big fella, easy", Zeb said. "I was just checking to see if you've calmed down any. I guess the pills haven't begun to work yet."
"Screw the pills", I yelled at him.
"Kevin you gotta remember, that I'm not the fag in the family... you are and I don't know that much about what experience you've had with other men; other, that is except for what I've read and that which was put on video. Don't tell me that you didn't like all that kinky shit".
"Darn it all Zeb, why do you have to make such a big thing out of me being gay? I shouldn't think that I would talk down to you, if it was you who was the gay boy in the family", I said with a healthy dose of humility.
Zeb remained silent as he hustled a few sheet of paper in front of me to sign them. I looked at him with a sense that I could, I had to trust his judgment in things like this. I signed the three papers and pushed them towards Luke for his signature.
"Now then Kevin, this next paper is one that you'll have to sign also. It basically gives me `power of attorney' over your finances and your whole being should at any time you become incapacitated for any length of time. I don't think that such a time will come, but it is always best to have such things all taken care of way in advance. I have listed Luke and you as my people to take care of my affairs should something happen to me too. It's no big deal ya know", Zeb said.
I didn't even bother to read the paper... I just signed it and once again, Luke signed it as being the witness.
"The next thing I want to talk about Kevin is all those cases of bottled drugs that Doc had kept in the basement. Dad's people have taken some back to the corporate offices for analysis and after they can conclude it's actual content and purpose... you and I just might consider marketing it to other people. We could even get some factory to manufacture it for us. I bet that if it is any thing like I think it is... you and me will be able to really, REALLY, rake in some serious money."
"You really think this shit is any good. You honestly think that people would buy this stuff for their slaves to drink?" I asked in earnest.
"Hell Kevin, it's just not a slave thing. Normal people can use it to have a little fun every now and then too. Can't you just see dad slipping some into one of mom's late night drinks. On second thought... let's not think about those two", Kevin said almost laughing.
"Sure is a beautiful sunset coming on", Luke said to the two of us. Zeb and I craned our necks to see just a small fraction of the beauty of the sunset; as Luke simply turned his own chair around, enabling him to see the sunset head on. Zeb and I followed suit, and now all three of us were sitting with our backs to the table, the papers, the other table with all it's contents.
Several minutes passed in silence as we all seemed to be lavishing in the beauty of Mother Nature. In a tone of voice that could have melted an iceberg, Luke calmly asked me what it was like having Zeb's cock in my mouth earlier in the day, swallowing my own brother's piss.
It took me a moment to think of what Luke had just said, and I didn't have an honest answer except to tell him, "Well Luke, if I did such a thing, it surely was done under the influence of those drugs, as I don't remember ever doing such an act."
Zeb spoke up, recounting just about everything in the smallest of detail. I was shocked and embarrassed that Zeb would have even thought to use me in such a way without me totally in control of my faculties. I struggled to keep the tears from showing, but I knew that now Luke had already formed his own opinion of the former situation between Zeb and myself.
Zeb, decided that it seemed the proper time to broach the next item on his agenda. "You know Kevin, all those drugs they fed you were all caught on video. The only thing about all of the drugs is that they failed to properly test them in such a way as to get a proper perspective and evaluation on their effect. Apparently, you and you alone were the first and only one that they used to test their products.'
"You mean that I was their guinea pig?" I asked in horror.
"Well, that's one way to put it Kevin", Zeb replied. "But you know what you said to mom and dad about doing whatever it took to get a better understanding and knowledge of slaves and the slave business. Well, in a way Doc was allowing you to experience things that you probably only dreamed about over the years. The thing is Kevin, that if it had been me... I would have kept administering only one drug at a time... say over a weeks time and paying close attention to things like your mood, temperament, attentiveness, and the way you behaved; especially if it was to the point of giving you a command or an order."
"What do you mean Zeb, by a whole week. Shit.. there must be at least six or seven different colored bottles downstairs. That would take over a month, the way you're explaining it."
"To be more exact Kevin, dad's employees have found nine different combinations of drugs that Doc had developed. If the guys don't find the proper drug combinations, all of our, my, dreams and desires just might go right down the shitter", Zeb said rather calmly.
"NINE", I exploded. "Nine fucking different drugs. That man was a nut case" , I said, still mesmerized by the sheer facts.
"Easy Kevin, nothing to worry about bro. The thing is though; if you and I want to make big bucks... we really need to study the effects of each of the different drug combinations. I was thinking that we could use Shaun and maybe even a couple of the new kids to test them out on. Not that I wouldn't value your own input, but I could never ask you to subject yourself to nine weeks of being doped up and all. I know that Ms. Mudfart has you sending her emails on your experiences and all, but by now you must be a few days behind already. It just wouldn't be fair. We'll just have to do the tests and rely upon our own evaluations and observations. We sure as hell can't expect a slave to tell us the truth. After all, they don't have a stake in this, now do they."
It almost seemed as if Zeb was quickly becoming depressed over the thought of using slaves to test the new drugs. I almost felt sorry for him, as he went totally silent.
"Sure is a great way to spend our first day together Zeb. It kinda reminds me of when we were little kids and shared all of our thoughts and deeds. Times sure have changed the two of us, haven't they" I said out of respect for Zeb' s deep feelings of sadness.
"Yep", Luke chimed in, "We never saw sunsets like this in South Dakota. All we saw were naked slaves butts and cocks and listened to the sounds of the pussy slaves getting poked up their cunt every night. This sure is going to be a major improvement over the old days, that's for sure."
I felt a rush of melancholy flow over me and I wondered if it was from the two pills I had swallowed. I was losing my edge, so to speak. I couldn't muster up anything to say that would eventually spark a rapid response from Zeb.
I wondered where Franklin was, as my throat was a bit parched from not having even one sip of beer. I didn't even see him through the kitchen window, so he must have been busy in another part of our house.
"Sure wished I had a beer", I said, trying like hell to get another conversation started.
"No more beer for us tonight Master Kevin", Luke said sadly. "I'll be happy to go in and get you one, if you'd like."
"That's okay, I'll survive without it", I said respectfully, knowing that in reality Luke was also MY employee as much as he was Zeb's.
Luke's hand began to feel good on my leg as he slowly dragged it back and forth from my knee to my thigh.
Rather jokingly Zeb said, "Well you can always unplug your piss tube and swallow some wholesome nectar if you're that thirsty".
"I'll pass, thank you" I replied.
Luke's hand began to feel as if he was putting more pressure on my flesh as he even began to go a little higher up my leg towards my exposed dick and bound balls.
My impaled cock seemed as if it wanted to erect and absorb the attention Luke was stirring in my loins.
"I don't suppose you remember which drugs you had and what happened to you, do you?", Zeb asked out of the clear blue sky. "It's just that it might help to determine which of them we'll dispense first. I mean, like do you know what color the bottle was, the one you had right before your `no so little' performance up in the horse barn. I don't think you know what color the bottle was today that Jordan made you swallow either."
"Well, I don't remember the exact colors but I sure remember a lot of the inner feelings and some of the things that the men and drugs made me do", I said rather soberly. "Most of all, everyone of them seemed to have a calming effect and also they all made me very pliable to suggestions from others. If it hadn't been for the videos I probably wouldn't have remembered what it was that I did exactly with each of the different drugs. They came fast and often these last few days, so I'm sure that we couldn't combine the effects of the drugs with the color coded bottles. Or at least not just yet. I'm sorry if I can't be of much help right now, but I'll try to remember things more clearly in the future Zeb".
Luke's hand was now fondling my bound balls and my cock was straining to respond. It was almost as if my cock wanted to harden but for some unexplained reason it could only muster up enough blood to torment me.
"Kevin I'm sorry if I took advantage of you this afternoon. I had no right to make you swallow my piss, let alone have my cock in your mouth", Zeb said, sounding like he was almost in tears.
Franklin returned and started to clear the table, but Luke gave him a small reprimand for it and told him to hold off for a little while. Franklin answered in the most proper of ways, bowed his head and moved away... backwards for three paces before turning around to face the house and took his leave.
Zeb continued explaining all of the things that he and I had to look forward to, along with all of the arduous tasks that lay ahead. He brought up things like Tyler arriving tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Alderton returning sometime after breakfast, the busy schedule of processing the four newly indentured teens and Shaun. He labored on and on about the coming Monday and the installation of the SIMS machine. I tried my best to assure him that since I had been processed through the machine, that I might be the most logical one to be the first to be run through its initial setup and that would give us a comparative look at my original results as compared to now; sort of like having a `base line' standard with which to make adjustments and fine tune the machine. Zeb seemed more than pleased that I offered to avail myself for the betterment of Willow Knolls. Luke smiled at my words as his hand began to gently knead my bound balls, causing me to feel my heart race.
I began to wonder the whereabouts of Jordan and John Henry; and was just about to say something about their `vanishing act' but Zeb began his laborious monolog about our futures. I almost asked him if we could continue this in the morning, but decided to just let Zeb talk, as if it would have made a difference or not.
It was nice, however, when Zeb felt the compulsion to lay his hand on my other leg while he spoke. I was beginning to feel as if he and Luke really did care about me and that they both wanted me to succeed in business; like mom and dad had hoped for as well.
I remained silent, but not still, as I twisted my torso just enough so that I could reach back to the table and picked up the bottle that I knew held the drug laced liquid. I wanted to say something to Zeb, but I thought that if I just acted on my instincts and desires to be of use to Willow Knolls it would show Zeb that my actions spoke louder than my words. I knew, or at least I hoped I knew, that this sort of action taken freely by me would somehow prove to, and show, my desire to make our business the best of the best.
It was a light red bottle that I grasped. I tried like hell to recall just what this particular bottle would do to me, let alone knowing that my first swallow of it would mean a whole week of being under the influence of the drugs. I didn't care, mainly because I could feel, sense and understand Zeb's total commitment to making the business a success.
Zeb and Luke seemed rather `casual' in their facial expressions as they both watched me suckle the bottle. Both men seemed to have heightened their own urges as their hands seemed to take on more and more of my exposed flesh.
Without missing a word, Zeb kept right on talking as if I'd simply been sitting there motionless. I began to see most all of what Zeb was saying as the only way to do things. It was reassuring to hear him say `no matter what, Jordan will be by your side the whole time. He will only have you to tend to and nothing else'.
I don't know how Jordan's name came up in the conversation at all, but it was nice to know that I still had my own personal slave. I don't think that I could ever go through life again, without having a slave. Let's face facts here ... sex, sex and more sex just for starters, ain't such a bad thing to look forward to whenever a free man had the `urge'.
Zeb stopped his dialogue the moment Franklin appeared again; this time, carrying three small, thick, foam pads. Franklin began to immediately place one pad between the feet of us three men; which elicited a comment from Luke.
"Boy, pray tell what the fuck are you doing and just what the fuck are these pads for?"
Taken back just a bit, Franklin replied most humbly. "Sir, I've heard from others that when Masters Frank and Doc sat outside after supper that he insisted on having these pads placed between their feet to somewhat make it more comfortable on the knees of slaves' Jordan and John Henry, Sir."
Zeb and Luke started to laugh uncontrollably. I thought it was rather cute and interesting that someone like Doc would have even considered the comfort of a lowly slave while the slave knelt between a master's legs. It was obvious, without a doubt, that the two former owners enjoyed controlling a slave who was kneeling between their legs, most likely while they perform oral copulation.
"Well, just leave the pads and be off!" Zeb barked, without even looking up towards Franklin.
I watched as Luke once more placed his hand into one of the food bowls as if he was simply playing with the leftover food. I had just finished sucking the bottle of liquid totally empty and tossed the container onto the table.
Listening to Zeb was starting to bore me, even if what he was saying was most important. I just couldn't seem to concentrate any longer on what he was saying, and I'm fairly sure that Luke had long since given up on listening.
As Zeb bored us even more with items of lesser importance, my mind began to wander. I thought again of the great sex I'd had over the last few weeks and I even managed to think about the not so great times as well. The great times far outweighed the bad.
As Zeb zeroed in on talking about tomorrow and the arrival of Tyler, I don't know what on earth came over me.
I slid from my chair and found myself comfortably at ease with just kneeling in front of Luke, in between his legs. I could smell the essence of a real man sitting ahead of me, and it was more intoxicating than most anything else.
I so much wanted to see, smell, touch and yes... even suck this man's cock that I would have probably done just about anything in order to achieve my wants and desires.
Like a proper boy, I placed my hands on the small of my back and kept my head bowed ever so slightly. I could see his free hand reach over and tap Zeb on the shoulder; as the two men fell silent. Luke's other hand came forward with a huge mound of food in the palm. It looked to be a weird mixture of several items from the table. I knew what he was expecting to see, and figured that perhaps, just maybe... if I acted like a proper slave and ate from his hand, that I'd get a chance to pleasure him in a way that I was learning ever so quickly to be good at.
I finished eating the food and proceeded to lick his hand and suck his fingers clean. I was amazed that Luke produced yet another hand full of food; this time simply to show it to me, before he flopped the food down on to the ground.
It took a brief moment before realizing that Luke, expecting me to follow protocol, wanted me to bend down and eat it from the ground. I was smart enough, with all I'd seen and heard, not to question a Master, nor an overseer. I adjusted my stance and bent forward so that I could once again eat food that was so graciously given to me.
The only thing left to do after eating, was to thank Luke. "Sir, thank you Sir for the wonderful food which Sir has provided this slave Sir".
Luke and Zeb started to laugh aloud and oddly enough... so did I.
"What the fuck!" exclaimed my brother. "Just when I thought I'd seen all that you were capable of doing, you further surprise me by showing me just how much you enjoy the role playing".
I didn't get a chance to respond to Zeb's comment before Luke chimed in his two cents worth. "I had a sneaky suspicion that Kevin was liking his new life a little to much; and this just about tells me all that I need to know. I'm sure that some of the shit he just drank had something to do with it all, but if I was a betting man, I'd say that there is more to Master Kevin than meets the eye."
Zeb moved from his chair and came to kneel alongside of me. He began whispering in my ear; so softly that not even Luke could hear his words. "Kevin are you doing this because you want to or is it because of the liquid you just drank. I know at I'll support you one hundred percent, either way, but you just have to tell me what it is that you want. You and I have a great thing going here now and it can only get better with time. You have the potential to make the two of us a ton of money and I think you already knew that much. You think about what I'm saying to you and sometime tomorrow or the next day you and I will have a heart to heart talk about this... just you and me... brother to brother. We'll put everything out in the open and deal with things the way that the cards fall."
I don't know what was happening to me. I can't remember feeling like I was; and I didn't remember ever drinking liquid from this colored bottle. I was feeling quite melancholy and reserved in my personal thinking. However, I was feeling rather anxious for something to happen. I sorta hoped that Zeb would have taken a more dominant position and had me do something nice, like suck his cock.
Zeb reached up with his hand, turning my face to meet his and said "Whatever you, we, decide Kevin, you will always have a slave to tend to your needs. You've got Jordan for as long as you want him and as long as he meets your needs, wants and desires. Nothing will ever allow me to remove a slave from your own personal service. If you can't make a decision for any reason, I'm here for you and I'll have your slave take extra good care of you."
I felt a soft flow of warmth fall over my body as my heart and soul absorbed every word that Zeb was saying. How could I not continue to do as I had promised mom and dad? I just had to keep on trying my level best to please every free man so that my learning experience would grow and prosper. I could already see, and tell, just how valuable my experience was going to mean to Zeb and me.
"I'm not one to break up two brothers who love each other", Luke injected into the conversation; "but might I suggest that Kevin and myself spend most of the daylight hours together. I've got the experience to work with Kevin and probably the one with the most time available. Randy and Willard will have their hands full eighteen hours a day with all of their duties and I just have the processing center and the pony slave to contend with so far. I'm sure that Kevin wouldn't mind learning more about slavery from me. I could actually show him things, like... well... for instance... what it's really like to be a pony slave or pony boy and just maybe Kevin might be interested to see how we transform a normal' male into a total pigslave'."
"You mean a `Hog Boy', don't you Luke?" I asked.
"Well yes, in most cases, Kevin. But sometimes some folks think of a pigslave as `The total package". Most pigslaves learn to accept anything that they are taught", Luke replied.
"You know Kevin, Luke has a valid point. With everything I have to do the next few days, it just might be better if you tagged along with Luke. I haven't even seen the whole place yet and I haven't personally inspected all of our slaves. I want to be available to Tyler tomorrow when he arrives and I need to make myself available for Mr. Alderton as well. Monday the new doctor comes to pay us a visit, along with the new SIMS machine and the best part will be on Monday when we meet Shaun's sister. Oh... I forgot ... you have already met her back at the corporate offices. It going to be fun Monday, seeing her arrested right here where her own fucking brother was just enslaved. If Mr. Alderton was successful, the bitch will be sentenced to a life term stemming from her extortion, fraud and embezzlement. I'm praying that the judge sends the bitch down to Austin Texas. Those guys don't fuck around when it comes to transforming somebody like her into a totally sex crazed slave. She'll be under a horse in a weeks time, and that's just for starters", Zeb said as he and Luke burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Zeb reached in with his head, and his lips made contact with my forehead. "I love you little brother", he said in a most sincere voice.
His kiss felt wonderful. He'd never shown or even told me all those years that he loved me. How could I have been such a dick head towards him all that time? "I love you too", I replied.
Zeb's thumbs traced over my lips ever so gently as he said, "maybe tonight you and I can spend some quality time alone, just the two of us".
As he smiled, I smiled.
The back door somehow slammed, indicating that more than likely Franklin was once more in our midst. I was surprised to hear Zeb speak and to whom.
"Jordan, if I ever, EVER, find out that you've been disrespectful towards Master Kevin I'll personally peel the skin right off of your worthless body and then I'm going to cut your fucking nuts off and shove' um down your goddamn
throat."
"Master, yes Master" came the lightening response from Jordan.
"Very well, then.. John Henry come with me. I've got some chores for you to do downstairs and you need to get them done before the clock strikes nine", Zeb more or less blurted out. "Jordan will remain here with his Master and Sir Luke and do whatever is required to keep Master Kevin happy."
One final kiss on the bare skin atop my head and Zeb and his slave were heading towards the house.
We'll catch up to you in an hour or so", Luke said, calling after Zeb. My eyes caught Franklin removing the last of the things from the table, as Jordan remained at the proper slave rest' stance.
"If it's okay with Master Kevin, I want you to bring that small table and all of its contents over here, boi", Luke said in something other than his usual tone of voice.
"Sir, yes Sir" Jordan said as he made haste to follow Luke's command.
Luke took his hands and pulled my head into his crotch. "Master Kevin wants this. Master Kevin needs this, don't you? Master Kevin needs to feel the love that only a real master can give his slave, don't you? Master Kevin needs, wants and desires to feel what it is really, REALLY, like to be a slave... and beyond that which he thinks he knows about", Luke said as if talking to me as if he was `MY' master.
Luke's scent was undeniably overpowering to say the least as he continued speaking to me.
"Centuries ago, the white man used my ancestors as their own slaves. They fucked the girls and bred offspring that suffered unmentionable pain. My ancestors could do nothing, then, about their own humiliations and degradations, but now Master Kevin, the proverbial shoe is on the other foot. You'd be surprised just how tough I made it for all those innocent looking white boys up north. Them fucking cowboys had no idea just how hard or tough having me as their overseer was ... until they were allowed to get up close and real fucking personal with me."
I suppose that I could have taken his words as threatening, but I didn't. I took his words to be those coming from a man that has deep roots in his own culture and strived to survive in a world full of hate and racist slurs. I would do anything and everything to show Luke how much I cared for him. He seemed to be a most wonderful person, so far.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: Apparently some of you readers inquired in a yahoo group as to the timeliness of my posting of chapters... why didn't you simply send me the email instead of complaining in a group. Also, any emails sent to me, through yahoo, are not read but are simply deleted... for 48 chapters, I've provided the proper address to correspond with me over and over again at the bottom of each chapter... thanks... billy
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