CHAPTER SIX

I had no interest in her whatsoever till Thomas, revealed that even he had not touched her.

The competitor or rather antagonist in me wanted, needed, suddenly craved to be the first.

Merrigold was not all that appealing, I had sexually been with negroes who were much better looking over the past years. She was as thin as a stick, her lack of breasts weren't all that appealing either.

She could have been flat chested for the hell of it but goodness... the meander of every hip and curve, although petite her backside moved me a little. Her structure could have been sculpture by the God's, it made up for her lemon sized breasts.

I had assumed if she ate the right amount of food she would not be as thin as she is. She had the privilege of staying in the house and working in the house but she looked starved her collar bone scared me, almost screamed fragile.

It was only recently that I realized, she gave her every share of food served in the house to her brother or Thomas or the niec