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 <H1 ALIGN=CENTER>Serendipity</H1>

   <H2 ALIGN=CENTER><em>or; How a GOOD THING Can Just Fall In Front of
You</em></H2>

   <H3 ALIGN=CENTER>Copyright 2010-2015 The Scribbler</H3>

   <H2><B>Chapter the second</B></H2>

   ..."He gonna take us?"

   Well, no one said the boy was stupid.  Just a bit wild.

   The hopeful look he was giving Latisha pretty much said it all as to
what his opinion on the topic of discussion was, but I spoke up again,
before Latisha even had a chance.  "You do understand what is happening,
here, Tyrell?"

   "Oh, yay-suh," Tyrell replied.  "You gonna take us and we gonna stay wit
you.  She be you bitch, and I be you boy."

   He understood, all right.  If he knew what the words meant.

   "Bitch?" I asked him.  "Boy?"

   Suddenly blushing, and not meeting anyone's eyes, he mumbled, "We be
your toys.  Sex toys." Looking up at me, he continued, "I do it for you,
Suh.  If-n that what you want."

   Glancing over at Latisha, I quirked an eyebrow at her in question.  Man,
I'm glad I practiced that in front of the mirror, all that time.

   Meeting my eyes, She came to her decision.

   "Mrs.  Johnston, Can Tyrell wait here with you for Master to come back
and get him?" She asked.

   "Why shore, Honey-child," The elderly lady replied.  "I be glad to watch
the little hellion for a bit."

   "Thank You kindly, Ma'am," Latisha said.  "Tyrell, go get the running
bags for both of us.  Get my purse, and the stash, and bring them back
here. Hurry, now, before Master changes his mind.

   The boy took off running back across the street, and I winced, as the
car he ran in front of locked it's brakes.  He never looked back, even to
see who was cussing him.  He just dodged into the house, as, with another
squeal of the tires, the caddy went on it's way.

   "Running bags?" I asked.

   "Yes, Master.  Bags with a few clothes, some food, and a little money."
Latisha explained.  "For if we ever had to take off running.  Like if CWS
found us, or something."

   "Okay," I said.  "So, how much stuff am I gonna be moving?"

   Ducking her head in shame, she responded, "We don't have nothing.  Not
worth bringing, anyway.  Maybe a few clothes, is all, and Tyrell can get
them while you take me."

   I smiled at the girl, maybe a bit sadly, and asked her, "Are you sure
about this?"

   Catching my gaze, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine, she
asked, in return, "Are you going to hook me on crack, and pimp me out?  Are
you going to hook my brother?  Or are you going to keep us for yourself,
and take care of us?  Because if all I gotta do is be your woman, to not be
scared any more, then yes.  I'm sure." She saw the answer in my eyes before
I could speak.

   "I'll wait for you at your bike, Sir," she stated, and walked back down
the sidewalk.  I couldn't help but stare at her tight, pert ass, swaying
under that skirt, as she, well, not strutted, exactly...

   "Guess she knows what she wants," Mrs.  Johnston said, behind me. 
"Guess you know what you want, too."

   I sighed, and turned back to face the old lady, as she continued, "Now,
pay attention here, boy.  I ain't got a lot of time to tell you what you
need to know."

   "First off, don't believe her ifn she says it's okay to screw her. 
She's not on any birth control, and I don't believe you want any suckers of
your own runnin' around, in the near future.  Use a condom.  I don't know
ifn she's had sex or not, but you need to get her checked for diseases and
get her on birth control before you come in her puss.

   "Ifn you gonna screw the boy, too, you best get him checked, too.  In
this day and age, there just ain't no tellin."

   "They both sweet kids.  But ifn it don't work out, you bring 'em back
here to me, and I'll get them figured out.  Don't you just go dumping them
out onna street.

   "Don't let CWS find out about them.  Them bastards would split them up,
just because.

   "Ifn it at all possible, I beg you, get them back into school.  They
both smart kids, but they ignorant.  They need learning.

   "The boy, he needs some humiliatin.  But I think ifn you try that with
Latisha, she might just break, right now.  Ifn you build her up a bit, then
you can dog her, ifn that's what you like.  Tyrell, though, he'll make a
good boy for you.  But ifn you gonna make him your bitch, don't ever get
him off, yourself .  Make him do himself, while you watch.  It's a black
thing, and I cain't explain it any more than that.

   "Don't whip the girl too much.  I think that might just be her heel. 
She be kinda fragile, if you know what I mean.  I'm not sayin don't spank
her, just don't beat her bloody, or nothin.

   "Now, here comes the boy, so you best be ready."

   I just stood amazed as the old woman's soliloquy rolled over me. 
Finally, I got myself together, just as Tyrell came back to the porch. 
"Thank You, Ma'am, for that information.  I'll want to visit a bit more,
with you, if I may, when I come back for this youngster."

   " Why, Sho', Mister Jones," She said, "I haven't had this fine a
conversation in a long, long time."

   "Thank You, Ma'am." I replied, and then turned to square off with
Tyrell.

   "Boy," I said, in my sternest voice, "You go back across the street, and
fetch whatever the two of you might need, and bring it back here.  Then you
wait your little ass right here on this porch for me to get back.  Mrs. 
Johnston has agreed to keep an eye on you for me.  Don't give her any
trouble, or I'll beat your ass."

   I looked at him a couple of seconds, then asked him, "Understand?"

   "Yaysuh!" he nodded to me, and scampered back towards the condemned
house that had been his home for a while.

   I sighed, thinking, <i>I hope I'm doing the right thing</i>...

   Mrs.  Johnston spoke from behind me, "Just right.  You doin' a good
thing, here."

   Looking over my shoulder, I said, "That, Ma'am, remains to be seen. 
First thing with that boy, is to get his hair cut."

   I snorted to myself at the inanity, then said, "I need to get going.  I
should be back in about an hour and a half, and I'll be driving a white
pick-up truck.  Thanks again, Mrs.  Johnston, for your help, and
understanding."

   "You's more 'n welcome, and we'll be here, waitin'," she said, with a
wave.

   I walked down to my bike, where Latisha was waiting for me.  "Ever been
on a bike, before?"

   "No, sir," she responded.

   "Okay, then, there are some rules you need to know.  First, I always get
on first, and you wait 'till I say I'm ready before you get on.  And you
always get on or off, the left side of the bike.  That's because the pipes
are on the right, and if your skin touches them, they will burn you
instantly, and leave a horrible scar.

   "Now, once we get going, you need to tuck yourself tight against my
back, and lean with me in the turns.  Don't try to keep yourself straight
up and down, or you'll cause us to fall over.

   "When I am about to start moving, or stopping, you'll hear me blip the
throttle.  That's to let you know I'm about to do something, and to pay
attention.

   "Got all that?" I asked.

   Latisha nodded her head, and said, "I think so, Sir.  But how do I hold
on?"

   Smiling at the thought, I answered, "Just wrap your arms around my
waist, and don't let go."

   I was smiling, because I knew that as soon as we were moving, I was
going to have her hands on my jeans covered dick, whether she wanted to or
not.

   I climbed aboard, turned the key, and kicked my beast to life.  After I
got the bike balanced, and the kickstand up, I turned and looked at the
beautiful black girl, and just admired her face, a moment.  "Okay, left
foot on the peg, there," I said, pointing, "Then step up and swing your leg
over.  Your right foot goes on the peg on that side."

   Latisha did as I had told her, and, it felt really good as she scooted
her crotch right up against my ass.  Then her arms wrapped around me, and I
could feel her hard nipples pressing into my back, even though the leather
of my vest.

   I pulled my shades down over my eyes, pulled the clutch, kicked into
gear, then checked for traffic.  I blipped the gas, and felt Latisha
squeeze me, so I pulled out, and headed for home.

   Latisha did all right for a first time passenger, and within a couple of
miles, I had pried her right hand loose, and placed it on my swollen dick.
She immediately got the hint, and spent the rest of the trip caressing and
squeezing me, keeping me in a high state of arousal.

   As we finally pulled into my driveway, I reached to my belt, and hit the
remote button on the key fob, to open my garage door.

   I was just a bit late doing it, so I had to wait a few seconds for the
door to raise high enough to pull in.  I heard Latisha gasp, as she perused
my house.  While I don't think of it as any thing all that special, it is a
four thousand square foot split level ranch, with an attached two car
garage, in the front center of five wooded and fenced acres.  Visible from
the front, were two bedrooms, above the living room, and garage entrance.
There were two more bedrooms facing the back yard, above the kitchen and
dining rooms.

   I thought to myself, <i>If the front seems special, wait until she sees
the back yard.</i>

   <H3 align=center>***</H3>

   I guess I should take a moment to explain a bit about myself.  I got
interested in computers back in the 1970s, as a young man in the Army, when
everything was done on main frames, from terminals.  The only monitors
around, were green phosphor.  The usual method of data input was punch
cards, and storage was on giant spools of magnetic tape.

   There were no personal computers, and no internet, back then.  The
precursor to the WWW, ARPANET, was only just being proposed.  3600 baud was
FAST.

   My first personal computer was a Radio Shack Color Computer II, that you
programmed in BASIC.

   Still, it was useful, and I wrote a few accounting and budget management
programs that were able to be used across platforms.  This gave me seed
money, and when Intel announced the 8086 chip, I bought a bunch of their
stock.  I also bought into Apple, and Microsoft, when their stock became
available.  IBM, I had decided, could pound sand.  They were too top heavy
in management.  They only wanted the business and government markets.  I
was a bit late to the party, and missed AMD's ip.  I kick myself to this
day, for missing that.

   I rode those stocks, and still have some of them.  I bought into the
tech bubble, and the info bubble, but I ducked out early on those, and
started buying real estate, while the prices were depressed in the late
eighties.  Now, I make all my money by owning and leasing out commercial
buildings.

   Yeah, I have a bit of change.

   Part of that is that I never married.  I was never able to find a woman
that would put up with my peculiar sexual tastes.  Early on, I decided that
I could buy, far cheaper, my satisfactions from independent marketers, and
not having to worry about loosing half (or more) of my net worth to some
money grubbing prima donna.

   I like abusing, and humiliating women.  And men, too, for that matter. I
especially like abusing black women, and boys.

   I like stealing their pride, and using it against them.

   I dominate them.

   Now, I had a little bitch of my own.  One that was dependent on me.  My
very own slave bitch.  And a slave boy, too.

   <H3 align=center>***</H3>

   I pulled into the garage, next to my truck, and killed the engine, and
waited for waited for Latisha to get off.  When she did, I eased the bike
over onto the kickstand, and punched the button to close the door.

   "Come on," I said to the girl, leading the way into the house.  "Let's
figure out what I'm gonna do with you."

   Latisha followed at my heels, as I led us through the kitchen, and to
the stairs.

   As I started upstairs, I asked her, "When was the last time you had a
real bath?"

   "Longer ago than I want to think about," she replied, longingly.  "The
hot water in that house was only barely warm."

   "Well," I said, leading her down the hallway, "Here's the linen closet.
Towels and such, inside."

   Pointing to one of the front bedrooms, I said, "That is my room, there,
and that," pointing at the other front facing room, "is my office.  You
will be in one of the back bedrooms, this one, I think, and your brother
will have the other.  there's a bathroom between them, and the two of you
will share it."

   "You will have your own space for when I'm not using you.  But keep in
mind, I intend to use you a lot."

   Opening the door to the bedroom across from mine, I said, "Come on in
here, and let's get your clothes off.  I want to see just what I'm
getting."

   Latisha blushed quite a few shades darker, which looked wonderful on her
cafe-au-lait skin, and stepped right into her new bedroom.  She reached for
the buttons of her blouse, but I lightly slapped at her hands, and said,
"No, you are my present, I get to unwrap you." She let her hands fall back
to her sides, smiling at my banter.

   Staring into her eyes, I began by unbuttoning her blouse.  When I had
all the buttons undone, I pulled the hem of her blouse slowly from her
skirt and spread it open, her beautiful breasts were finally exposed to my
hungry gaze.  I slid the blouse off her shoulders, but rather than
completely removing it, I left it half way off her back, letting the Pale
yellow fabric serve as bonds on the young woman's arms.  She stood quietly
without moving, allowing me to do whatever I chose to do to her.

   I rested my eyes on those beautiful mounds of flesh, riding high and
firm on her chest.  the small chocolate aureole were puffed above the flesh
of her tits, and her nipples stood almost three quarters of an inch proud.
I reached out, and took one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger,
and pinched a bit.  "How do you like your nipples pinched, Latisha?" I
asked.  "Lightly?  Or very hard?"

   She was trembling a bit, and her shaky response was barely above a
whisper, "I pinch them very, very hard."

   Tightening my grasp, I bore down on her nipple, increasing pressure, and
adding a twisting pulling motion to her elongating and hardening nipple. 
Not wanting its mate to feel deprived, I reached my free hand to her other
nipple and did my best to match motions.

   With a groan, Latisha rolled her head back as if to stare at the
ceiling. Her breath started going shallow and rapid, and I could see her
rapid pulse in her throat, but there was more of this present for me to
expose, so I stopped, and released her, eliciting another groan.  "Play
with them for me, Latisha, while I remove your skirt." I commanded.

   Latisha showed no hesitation, moving her hands to her breasts and taking
over pulling and pinching, even harder than I had been doing, as I reached
for the zipper on the side of her skirt.

   I pulled the zipper open then unhooked the little hook, and slowly let
her skirt fall to the floor, revealing a pair of purple satin hi-cut
panties.  Lifting her feet, one at a time, I pulled the skirt out of the
way, and then hooked my fingers into the waistband of Latisha's panties,
and proceeded to remove them, even slower than I had her skirt.

   I can not begin to describe the beautiful puss thus revealed.  All the
usual adjectives just wouldn't work.  It was, a jungle, however, and that
would have to change.

   Her inner lips were flowering open, and the aroma assailing my nose
was...  I mean...  Words fail me here, too.

   <i>She hasn't been checked, yet,</i> I thought to myself, as my tongue
speared for her cleft.

   But At that moment, I didn't care.  I had to get a taste from where that
overwhelming scent was coming from.

   As my tongue delved into Latisha's center, she started a howl that rose
to a shriek as my invading tongue dragged across her engorged clitoris. 
Her back arched, like an electric current was running through her, her hips
bucked against my face almost hard enough to hurt, and as she ran out of
air, she just collapsed in a heap, to the floor.  I did manage to keep her
head from hitting, but only just.  She had passed out.  Oh, this girl was
gonna be FUN!

   I stood, and looking down at the lovely young girl, and I couldn't help
it.  I hauled my dick out, and knelt astride her belly.  With only a few
strokes, I sprayed an amazing (for me) amount of sperm across her face and
chest.

   The cooling cum on Latisha's face woke her up, as I was getting back to
my feet, and when she realized what the cooling liquid all over her was,
she began to wipe it up with her fingers.  Then, Latisha surprised me, by
licking her hands.  Soon, all the evidence of my orgasm had disappeared
between Latisha's pouty lips.

   "Thank You, Sir," Latisha said, "That was the best orgasm I've ever
had." She looked thoughtful for a second, and then continued, "And your cum
tastes really good."

   "You taste marvelous, too, little slave girl, and I intend to enjoy your
flavor for a long time," I replied.  "But for now, I want you to go take a
bath, while I go get your brother."

   As Latisha struggled to her feet, I remembered that she needed a drastic
trim job.  Remembering from my time in the military, black friends having
problems with "shaving bumps," basically ingrown hair from shaving, I asked
Latisha, "What will you need to get rid of that hair?" as I gestured at her
crotch.

   Looking down, and then back at me, she replied, "Sir, I'm sorry.  I just
don't know."

   "That's okay, I'll find out.  Don't do anything with it, until I get
back," I told her.

   "Yes, Sir.  Please hurry back?" The uplift at the end made it a
question.

   Cocking my head to the side, and propping my hands on my hips, I said,
"I'll be back when I get back.  Is there a problem with that?"

   "Oh, no Sir!" she exclaimed.  "It's just that I'll be here all alone,
and I don't know where any thing is, or what I shouldn't get into."

   I thought about that, for a moment, then said, "Well, for now, just stay
in the house, at least until I get back with your brother.  Okay?"

   "Yes, Sir.  I won't get into anything, either," she replied.

   With a sigh, I sat down on the edge of the bed,and gestured for Latisha
to come to me.  When she did, I leaned over, scooped her up, and settled
her in my lap, just as if she were a five year old.  She obliged me enough
to wrap her arms around my neck, and rested her head against my chest.

   "Latisha, I know this is all new to you," I said.  "It is, to me, too. I
wasn't looking for a slave, or two.  Hell, I wasn't even seriously shopping
for a whore.  But, as long as you want to be here, I'll keep you.  If you
steal from me, I'll think it is your way of saying that you don't want to
be here, and you'll be out the door, the two of you.  I am perfectly
willing to trust both you, and your brother, until either of you show me
you don't deserve that trust." I sighed, again, then continued, "It's
rather simple.  Don't lie to me, don't steal from me.  Don't hide things,
like your feelings, from me, and make me happy to have you.  Does any of
that sound hard?"

   "Not really, Master," Latisha replied.  "It's just that, like you said,
It's all so new." Ducking her head, she said, "And really scary, too."

   I pinched Latisha's butt, making her jump to her feet, I said, "As long
as you're scared, you have nothing to be afraid of.  Now, scoot your pretty
ass to that bath."

   Smiling at last, she scampered out the door, headed for the bathroom,
while I made my way back downstairs, to face the drive across town, and
back to retrieve Tyrell.