Have I ever given you an indication I was just waiting to get you alone so I could grope you? I don't think I have. So why do you think I did it this time if I didn't think I was invited to? Flora stood silent for several minutes, then said in a quiet voice,"Frank told me I was going to get myself in trouble one of these days indian doing that. He's yelled at me more then once for being touchy with guys. And you're right about the questions. Sometimes I'm clueless. Frank has yelled at me for being blind to that too." I could feel the panic start to recede as I realized she understood. "So can we keep this between us?" I asked hopefully,"I promise I'll never ever do that again. But I also need you to promise not to be rubbing against me." Flora smiled, then replied,"Ok. I promise. I'm sorry you misunderstood." With that she stepped out the door and was gone. I heard the door lock as I walked back to my bunk. I lay awake for several hours, wondering what tomorrow was going to be like. Even if she didn't tell anyone, the relationship between her and I was going to be strained. The next day I discovered just how good an actress Flora was. She got me alone first thing that morning and told me that we couldn't let on that anything interracial was different, other then she wasn't going to be rubbing on me any more. True to her word, she didn't let the tension between us show. "No! We won't!" she called out. The whole scene was obviously sending her on the way to a huge orgasm, helped on its way by her telling the men to keep fucking Doris harder, calling her names, a slut, a dirty whore, a filthy slag, a little asian cunt. She now does the standing splits almost as good as I do now and she’s looking at interracial the men that are staring at her gaping pussy as she does them. Will you dance with me so everyone can see how beautiful we are when we move together?” But his relationship with Lilith had gone beyond that of master and apprentice. She jumped a indian little, then grinned and snapped her towel at him. I knew she was kidding me, but she was correct in her thinking about Dakota and me. A golem or two. My cheeks burned. There were people, they could tell that much, meaning that these monsters hadn’t wiped out the population. I suppose it could have been for any number of reasons, but part of me wonders if the family sat down one evening to reminisce about their child’s third grade recital and found a filthy, cum-dazed nymphette calling after ‘Daddy’ from their daughter’s bed.” FUCK MY ASS DADDY!