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gratitude - thus his
    offer of, the fancy.
    She was found to be in a terrible state of
    uncleanliness and health - and yet - there was
    enough strength and self-preservation that we'd
    found the wench in a battle with rats - I daresay,
    proudly, she was the conqueror. Hours later, I must
    admit, this still brings a smile to my face.
    I have many thoughts plaguing my mind.
    I do not approve of slavery.
    Coming from England, having dealings with
    the Moors and their great contributions to our
    nation - I have firsthand knowledge that these are a
    people of great successes and intelligence; they
    are
    planners,
    problem
    solvers,
    scientists,
    physicians - with a scholarly aptitude often
    challenging those of my ilk to compete with. Yes -
    this is certain.
    Thus, I find slavery of these nobles - an
    abomination!
    Yet - the girl - for now - is mine.
    I have contemplated finding a place for her,
    where she is to be free - as to this land where I dwell
    - they are free.
    Subsequently there is the matter of her being
    a young woman. African and I detect perhaps a mix
    of Native Indian decent, without guardianship of a
    father, direction or protection of a mother, what
    might befall her should I turn her over – and to
    whom shall I do so? Where might she find herself?
    She is one that I must admit, is very pleasing to the
    eyes – that in itself could mean trouble for one
    such as she - now fearful of what might be.
    These thoughts are ever on my mind since
    taking ownership - dreadful word - but that is as it is.
    For now, she is mine - and her fate rests with me.
    The truth in this matter is that I am now responsible
    for her wellbeing. To be put in such a predicament,
    I am challenged, my conscience is challenged - in
    truth - I find there are more reasons to keep her,
    than there are - to - free her. There it is.
    Once more, it cannot be missed, she has
    feared. Great fear - and I stand clear as to the
    reasons why, yes - I have seen - yes - I have heard
    and yes - I have knowledge of deeds that even now
    I cannot bring my mind to conjure this hour before I
    make an attempt at rest. It is due to her cause of
    fear, that I have cause to keep her - here - with me –
    where she will be safe. Is that, however, my only
    motivation for doing so? Am I being charitable?
    Dare I play the knight, saving her and her honor?
    Or am I no better than those I accuse of deeds in
    which they must explain to the Maker upon the
    meeting?
    Our Creator?
    My Lord, it has not escaped my notice that
    you have constructed her well. Already my tired
    soul - I must confess to you, felt a stirring at the feel
    of her skin. It is certainly always a wonder to me how
    you made us all in such great variety. Silken
    sable? Such a luxurious brown - I find it insulting to
    your genius to use the descriptive, brown - it does
    not somehow fully describe how beautiful I find
    such skin – proof that all that you do, is done to
    perfection. Should I tread carefully less I sin with
    the things that went through my mind? Yet, what I
    scribe, you have already seen, discerned, gathered
    - yes - you are aware of my sin - there is no
    reasonable means of which I could hide it; thus my
    confession and acceptance. My God, Lord, Father -
    her curves, the firmness and beauty of her bare
    breasts beckoned me so that I fought all within - not
    to give in to lustful stirrings, yet - …
    I must admit to testing the reactions of my
    fingertips upon her nipples - they are dark and
    distended to a hardness at my touch.

    Quinton sat back and closing his eyes, gulped.
    He felt himself jump, stir, lengthen. Replacing the
    quil into the wel , he dusted his entry and left it to
    complete later. Standing from the chair, he had a
    decision to make, climb back into bed with her and
    fight his urges for sleep? Or return to the room
    below, making the best of resting on the sofa?
    "You must see about her needs, not your own!"
    He scolded himself. Returning to his bed, he sat,
    sighed,