CHAPTER FOURTEEN

If I had any self respect for myself, I'd have said no. I would not be standing outside his door not sure where to put my arms or how to stand to look appealing. If I had any respect for Thomas as a lover I would not be here, even early... he said 8:15pm but here I was five minutes past six. I felt anxious, I was sweating bullets even after having taken a bath. For some stupid reason, I wore the dress his sister had passed on to me. It was a nice ballroom gown... not that it mattered it would soon come off. My logic in this sense was if I was already pregnant then I wouldn't get pregnant again. My logic remained this was to get some benefits for my loved one's. If my body was what he wanted in exchange then so be it. It was not exactly a lie that many slave women who lived better than others did certain deeds for their masters. I had never once in my life thought it would be me. The underlying reason that I'd never mention out loud is how curious I was. Petrified with him finding out.