He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me into his body while the other remained on my neck. I felt him tug on my lower lip before his tongue sli...ped into my mouth, his lips parting mine. He tasted of fresh mint. Our tongues twirled against each other and I clutched onto his hair tightly and tugged, he moaned so I tugged again and he moaned louder into my mouth. He broke the kiss but he didn’t loosen his grip on me. “I need you, Jasmine,” he said huskily before kneeling down and throwing. But when I spoke,I could hear the soft, uneducated voice of a slave girl. I knew I wasbeginning to think more like Ruth and less like myself. It would only bea matter of time until the "Ruth" persona took over and Charles Wiltonceased to be a memory to me any more than I suspected he was a memory toanyone else. I shuddered at the thought of being a slave girl for therest of my life. Unless I was able to break free and visit Mama Tumo, Iwould be forced into a life of menial toil, broken only by. More

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