Possible Worlds
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Possible Worlds

Chapter Fifteen


"He's going to sell me," I said.

"Mayhaps he will, mayhaps he won't." Mercy shrugged. "Eat your breakfast now."

"What are they doing in there anyway?" I frowned, looking at the door. Beyond it, around the corner, Mr. Reiser sat in his study with his new slaves, Tom Henry and Lilah.

"Suh's introducing hisself, I spose, like a genuine person oughtta," Mercy clucked her tongue and I nibbled some toast.

Mercy was getting on me of course, first for the way I'd treated Tom Henry upon meeting him, and secondly for this morning when I'd just ignored the girl completely. A van had brought Lilah by just past seven and she had one little bag and that was all. Now they were talking with their new Master, Delilah and Tom Henry, and I wondered what Mr. Reiser was saying to them.

"I want to know what he's saying," I said, maybe expecting Mercy to agree with me, but I should have known better than that.

"You want, that's all you's evah done is want. Girl, you doan know the first thing bout bein' a slave, does ya?" Mercy laughed at me and I burned at the truth of her words.

"What's the first thing?" I wondered sarcastically.

"The first thing is, you doan get to want nothin'. You get what you get and when it's gone you doan be complainin' bout it."

"Huh." I rolled my eyes.

"You been gettin' for a long time now, but you's gone get over that." The old woman loved to lecture me about how bad a slave I was. "The world's turnin' ever minute and you's turnin' right along with it."

"I never know what you're talking about, Mercy." I laughed at her. "The world's turning, what's that mean?"

She didn't get a chance to explain as our Master entered the kitchen with his two slaves following close behind.

"Got you some coffee and one o' them bagels you like, right here, suh," Mercy said, pouring a cup for Mr. Reiser. I just looked up at him from my seat at the table.

"In a little bit. I'm going take a walk around the house with Tom, show him some work I want done," he said, but Mercy wasn't going to take that.

"No, suh. You eat somethin' now. This house ain't goin' nowheres." She pointed at a chair and Mr. Reiser sighed and then smiled.

"You're setting a bad example, Mercy," our Master said.

"Not if I's feedin' you proper, I ain't." She put a small plate with a warm bagel on it down in front of him, and then his coffee before turning to the other slaves. "Doan you two be standin' there. Get that suitcase, Tom Henry, we gone show the girl where she's sleepin' tonight."

There were slave quarters over the large garage, which had been a carriage house a hundred years before. Now it housed Mr. Reiser's two cars and the Mercedes he'd given me with room left over for storage and a workshop. Upstairs there were a half-dozen small bedrooms, a common sitting room for slaves to use, and a modest bathroom with a shower and sink. Tom Henry had a room there and now Lilah would have one as well. 

I wondered if I'd be moving out there soon, perhaps even Mercy too, although I doubted that. Even a wife couldn't come between Mr. Reiser and Mercy. He'd keep her close and comfortable, although keeping a slave in the house proper was definitely outside normal social custom for an owner with a family. Being single and private as he was, Mr. Reiser enjoyed a lot of freedom from convention and I wondered if he was really willing to give that up. Not for a woman, I was sure, but for a child? Probably, I thought, and that was saddening.

They left us alone in the kitchen, my Master and me, and I ate my toast slowly while Mr. Reiser chewed his bagel and sipped his coffee. Weekends were very relaxed around the house, but supper would be formal as always. We'd shared mornings like this many times before, but today I was sullen and unhappy and my Master was aware of it.

"I'm going to put the boy to work this morning," he finally said. "I want you to take the girl upstairs, show her how to clean herself up. I want to see her dressed and pretty before lunch, understand me?"

"Yes sir," I said, unwilling to argue.

"I don't want you to beat her up either," Mr. Reiser said, looking at me hard. "She doesn't belong to you, she belongs to me. Both of you do, Dani, and you're going to have to start acting like it."

"What? But I always..." I started protesting, and then dropped my eyes. "Yes sir."

"The girl didn't ask to be sold or bought, neither did the boy for that matter. No more than you did," he reminded me. "I want you to remember that. If you have to be angry, be angry with me."

"I am angry with you," I pouted, just begging for the strap, but I didn't care.

"I know you are." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "I let you get away with it too, don't I?"

"MasterPlease, I just" I looked at him, pleading with my eyes for something, but even I wasn't sure what exactly.

"What?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"I just want to know you still love me." I looked down again, knowing it was more than just that.

"I do love you," Mr. Reiser said softly. "More than I should. More than I can, DaniI want the same things you do."

"Yes sir," I sighed softly.

"Next weekend we'll go someplace, alright? Orleans, how about that?" He reached for my hand. "Just the two of us. We'll drive down Friday afternoon and come back Monday morning."

"Just us?" I squeezed his fingers and looked at him, into his blue eyes. "You promise?"

"Just us, all weekend long," he assured me. "We'll have fun, okay?"

"Okay." I nodded and returned his smile, wanting to be cheered up.

"In the meantime, I want you to behave yourself. I told the others that you're my mistress. Tom and Lilah, they know you're the lady of the house."

"Did you tell that to Mercy?" I wondered, and my Master laughed.

"No," he said gently. "I don't have to, she knows."

"She doesn't like me," I sighed.

"Heh." Mr. Reiser shook his head. "You have a lot to learn, Dani."

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"Lilah, right?" I looked at her as she stood in the kitchen and we were alone.

Mr. Reiser had gone outside to walk Tom Henry around, show him what the boy needed to work on. It would just be small jobs, cleaning the pool, sweeping the gutters, maybe some painting and hedge trimming, stuff like that. Outside was going to be Tom Henry's job, the girlI wasn't sure exactly. I figured the kitchen and keeping house, but maybe something else besides.

Lilah stood tall and thin for just being thirteen, but very pretty nonetheless, especially with her blue eyes and light brown skin. She was fair, like hot cocoa with a lot of cream in it. Long kinky black hair though, coarse and thick, a broad forehead and flat little nose. Smallish lips around a smallish mouth, giving her a natural pout above a tiny cleft in her pointed chin. Lilah was a pretty one alright, with an interesting face, that's what you would say about her. She was fun to look at and very animated. That girl couldn't hide her feelings to save her life.

"Or am I gonna call you Miss Delilah?" I prompted, because she didn't answer me right away.

"Just Lilah, Mistress," she said softly, and that negra wouldn't look in my eyes for all the beans in 'Bama.

"Mistress?" I laughed at her. "You just call me Dani. Mercy hears you calling me that and I'll get a whippin' for sure."

"I'm sorry." She nodded quickly.

"Kay, come on. We're going to go upstairs and have some fun," I said, making it sound like I was already bored out of my skull with her.

"F-Fun?" she asked, following me as I walked towards the door and the stairs beyond it.

"Didn't Mr. Reiser tell you what we were gonna do?"

"No, Missuh" Lilah shook her head.

"We're going to clean you up, take a bath, and find you some nice clothes," I said, waving my arms around. "Gonna make you look six kinds of beautiful, understand?"

"UmmmWe are?" Lilah frowned and I glanced at her, wondering what was wrong with the girl. Maybe she was retarded or something, I thought.

"Why are you so scared?" I asked her, deciding to just ask and avoid any misunderstanding. Besides, I didn't especially care if I hurt her feelings or not.

"W-What?" she asked as we went up the stairs, and I just sighed.

"Is this the first time you were ever sold?"

"No," she replied. "Um, I've been sold a lot."

"Really? How many times is a lot?"

"Three times, ma'am," Lilah said. I didn't bother getting her worked up about that; the girl was determined to call me by something other than my name.

"That's not so many." I shrugged.

"H-How many times have you been sold?" Lilah asked hesitantly, and I wondered if she was teasing me, but one look at her face told me she wouldn't dare.

"I was freeborn," I said. "Just the one time. In here"

We were using the hallway bathroom, the one Mercy used, because I didn't want that negra using my bathroom, or even setting foot in my bedroom if I could help it. I mean, our Master's bedroom of course, but I'd taken to thinking of it as ours, his and mine. I sat on the closed toilet and hadn't bothered closing the bathroom door. A slave like her didn't need any privacy anyway.

"Take your clothes off. Let me see what you look like."

"Yes ma'am," the girl agreed. She wore only a simple dress anyway, like a yellow sundress. It looked cheap and threadbare around the seams, at the hem and buttonholes.

"Is that the best dress you have?" I wondered, and she nodded, confirming my suspicions. "We're gonna have to go do some shopping then. I've got some clothes, but I don't know how they're gonna fit you."

"Oh." She widened her eyes at that and almost looked me in the face, but not quite.

"And they're my clothes anyway." I laughed. "You need your own, right?"

"Yes ma'am," she said, pushing her dress off her thin shoulders. Lilah brought her arms free and let it slip down her body.

"Take off those panties too." I pointed at her ugly white underwear and it looked too big for her anyway. "Where'd you get those?"

"My panty?" She looked down at herself. "I borrowed it from one of the other negras before I left Texas."

"That's where you're from?" I asked, and she nodded. "You look like a boy."

"Oh." She swallowed so loudly, I could hear it.

I looked her up and down while she held her folded up her dress and now her underwear. Lilah was skinny, not like malnourished or anything, just naturally thin the way some girls are at her age. I imagined she'd fill out in a year or too, probably grow taller as well. As pretty as she was, the girl might even grow up to be beautiful, but that wasn't a thought meant to comfort my ego.

"Set your clothes over there. You don't gotta be told everything, just do it," I said. "And you can look at me too."

"I justI don't want to make you mad." She cleared her throat and I blinked at her. "That nigger Tom Henry, he said you got real mad at him for no reason. He figured you were gonna whip him."

"He thought I was going to whip him?" I stared at her. "He said that?"

"Yes ma'am." Lilah nodded seriously.

"Fuck!" I giggled.

"And the Master, he, uh, he said you're the lady of the house, soI don't want to be no bother, ma'am." Lilah was talking a little faster and I just nodded at her.

"Yeah, whatever," I said. "I'm not gonna whip anybody, okay? Only one that does the whippin' around here is Mercy, so you watch out for her. She uses a razor strop, you know what that is?"

"No ma'am." The girl shook her head.

"It's like a belt, sorta, and it hurts!" I grinned and nodded. "Believe me, she whipped me plenty of times with it."

"She whips you?" Lilah blinked at me.

"Yeah, she does." I shrugged. "Turn around some for me."

The girl turned, letting me see all of her and she was a little shy maybe, but mostly nervous. Lilah had nice skin too, without any scars or anything that I could see right off. She was smooth and the same light brown all over. She didn't have any tits, not even puffy nipples really, just small dark ones. Her waist and hips were thin and about the same width, so she didn't have a whole lot of shape to her, except her butt which was nice and round, lifted high too. A pert little butt, I guess, and her pussy had a few wisps of brown hair on it, dark brown, but definitely not black.

"You haven't had any menstruation yet, huh?" I asked. "How come? You got lice? Get over here and sit on the floor. I wanna look at your head."

"No ma'am, I ain't got any lice," Lilah said. "My blood"

"What about your blood?" I prompted, leaning over as she sat down on the bathroom floor, letting me look through her hair and check her scalp.

"I got sexed the first time and I was too little for it."

"What's that mean?"

"I mean, I was small and the man, he was big and I had a lot of blood down there. The doctor told me later I might never get any seasoning at all."

"You had sex and you don't have any periods cause of that?" I sat back and looked at her.

"Yes ma'am," Lilah nodded.

"Well" I narrowed my eyes at her. "How small were you?"

"I was round seven or eight years maybe." She shrugged. "I don't recollect exactly."

"You were eight years old and a man had sex with you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"What? Some nigger did that?" I felt sick at the idea and looking at the girl sitting right in front of me made it worse.

"Oh no, ma'am." Lilah shook her head. "He was a white man. He was my owner then."

"Your Master did that? He raped you?"

I had a hard time believing any white man would ever rape a child, and a master doing it? That sounded crazy to me, like some of those lies you hear sometimes, the ones the abolitionist people spread in their little pamphlets and such. I didn't ever believe that stuff. Some crazy nigger, sure. Everybody knows some of those boys can't control themselves. Mercy said they had a devil inside, the runaways and such, and I figured she would know.

"Rape?" Lilah shrugged. "He was my Master. He'd do whatever he wanted to. My momma told me go with him, so I did."

"So he didn't rape you." I nodded and I was glad that much made sense anyway.

"No. He just wanted to sex me up some, but I was too little," Lilah agreed. "After that though, after I got all healed up inside, we did it a lot. I was his bedroom negra for awhile, til I got too old for it."

"Did he treat you nice?" I asked her, pushing her back and satisfied that she didn't have lice or anything.

"Oh, yes ma'am!" Lilah said. "He was always nice anyway and he'd give me candy sometimes, those chocolate kisses. I like those."

"Well" I said, going to the tub and running the water so I could give the girl a bath. "Mr. Reiser is real nice, so you got lucky he bought you."

"You think he's gonna sex me up some?" The girl asked, and she didn't mean anything by it, except genuine curiousity.

"I seriously doubt it." I giggled looking at her little sex nestled between her thin thighs.

"Oh!" She blinked at me and blushed, almost turning red, and it was cute. "I know you're his bed negra. I didn't mean nothing by it, ma'am."

"I know."

I smiled at her and she seemed like a little kid, hardly a teenage girl at all and I kinda wondered about that. I looked at my watch and it was just after nine, still early and I had a funny thought, kind of ha-ha funny, like a joke, but kind of not like that at all either. I wondered if I knew what I was doing.

"You wash yourself up quick. There's soap and, um" I looked around and found some shampoo by the sink, the stuff Mercy used. "Wash your hair too. We're gonna go to the mall, but we have to be quick about it."

"We're going to a mall?" She looked confused as she stepped into the tub, a small one and it was filling quickly.

"What?" I looked at her close. "The shopping mall. You've been shopping before, right?"

"No ma'am." Lilah shook her head.

"You've never been to a store? Bought some clothes or something?" I laughed because I didn't believe her.

"Uh-uh." She started washing her body and I turned the water off as the tub was about as full as she needed it.

"Well, you're gonna go now, so be quick. I'm gonna see if I can't get you sexed up later." I giggled and that was a funny expression, sexed up. She had a few words and phrases like that which sounded cute, but weird.

"What? I mean, yes ma'am." She nodded quickly, but I didn't know if she was happy about that or not. Mostly Lilah was just confused probably. I know I was, and it was my plan.

I knocked on the door of his study, even though it was open, and Mr. Reiser looked up from his work. He worked every night after dinner, but it wasn't unusual to find him working behind his desk on the weekends too, and I often wished he wasn't so diligent. At least, not when it came to business.

"Sir?"

"What is it, Dani?"

"I want to take Lilah to the mall, is that okay? Get her some clothes, some girl things? She didn't come with much at all and"

"Yeah, yeah" He smiled and held up his hand. "My wallet is on the dresser, get some money."

"Thank you, sir." I smiled at him.

"Don't spoil her though," Mr. Reiser teased me. "I've got a big enough problem with you."

"Oh? Is that big problem ahard one?" I licked my lips. "Something I can help you with maybe?"

"Hmmmm" he sighed pleasantly. "You can help me with it later. Go on now, and get out of here."

"Yes sir." I giggled and blew him a kiss. I could tell he was happy that I was in a good mood for a change, maybe even surprised by it.

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"This is the biggest place I've ever been," Lilah said, looking around as we walked through the mall. Naturally, I had to look around as well.

"Yeah, me too." I shrugged, but I'd never thought of it like that.

"Are we really going to buy something, uh...just for me?" she asked. It felt like I had a little sister all of a sudden and I didn't really want to like her, but I was starting to anyway.

"Yeah, some clothes and, hmmmSome stuff for the bathroom, soap and shampoo and stuff."

"I hope I can get clothes like yours," Lilah sighed, peeking at me. I'd worn a black skirt and a pink halter top, nothing special. Lilah still wore that yellow sundress of hers.

"We'll see what they have," I said, leading her towards the Sears and Roebuck.

"Last night," Lilah said slowly. "When I saw you and you were lookin' at me"

"What?"

"I thought you're the most beautiful girl in the world," she told me sincerely. "With that dress and all them jewels and such."

"Really?" I smiled at her.

"Yes ma'am," she said. "You're prettier than my momma even."

"You miss your mom, huh?"

"Yeah, but I ain't seen her in a long time anyway." Lilah shrugged. "She got sold before I did."

"That sucks." I frowned.

"We was hoping that the man would take us both, but he didn't want me," she explained. "Said I was too skinny in the tits."

I laughed at that.

"I used to be skinny in the tits too, until about a year ago."

"Then you grew some, huh!" Lilah giggled. "I see why you're a bedroom negra and all."

"Yeah, well, maybe you see why," I said with a grin, "and maybe you don't."

"Ma'am?" Lilah gave me quizzical look, but I wasn't going to tell her while walking through a Sears, holding her hand.

"Over this way. I wanna get something special for you first off," I said, and Lilah was all smiles, looking around and suitably impressed by her first visit to a real department store.

"These are boy clothes," she said a minute later, and I nodded.

"I'm gonna make you up special for Mr. Reiser," I said. "You have to trust me."

"Yes ma'am," Lilah agreed, but she sounded doubtful.

I spent about ten minutes picking clothes and handing them to Lilah to hold while I looked for more. They were all about the same anyway, just different colors really, some different materials, and I was really glad I wasn't a real boy. They had such boring clothes.

"Come on, we'll try these on."

"Yes ma'am," Lilah looked a bit nervous, but her fingers were already working at the buttons on her dress.

"Not here!" I laughed. "They've got dressing rooms for that. Over there."

"Oh!" She blushed again and I shook my head.

I got her in the Blacks dressing room, except the woman watching over it said we could only take three things in with us. We had to leave half the clothes I'd picked out on a chair by the door. That was okay though, mostly I just wanted to see how stuff fit her.

"Take that dress off now," I told Lilah. "You're gonna put on these pants and a shirt."

A few minutes later I had her standing there in boys corduroy trousers, brown ones, and a mustard colored polo shirt. It all fit her okay, except she needed a belt, and from the neck down Lilah looked like any other half-breed boy of about twelve maybe. Her face and hair was the problem. She looked awfully pretty and her hair was nice too, and long. She needed a pair of boy's shoes too, some boots maybe, I thought. Tom Henry had been wearing some work boots and I wondered if somebody sold those in Lilah's size. She had pretty small feet.

I had to get her some dresses as well, just because she was a girl and maybe I didn't know exactly what I was doing. I'd started having some second thoughts. But I bought her some boys underwear, white briefs and some t-shirts, along with some panties and some white tights, just because they were cute and looked nice with a pink dress I'd picked out. I done a lot of shopping and by the end of it I'd spent more money than I probably should have, but Mr. Reiser was rich anyway. He wouldn't whip me for trying to please him, I didn't think.

One thing about looking at girl clothes though, was that it always got me excited. I don't know why, I haven't ever figured it out to my satisfaction, but just being at home and dressing in my bedroom would make my penis hard. So too, a simple thing like shopping for girl's clothing at a department store would put me on the edge. Not every single time maybe, it kind of depended on my mood, but right then I was in a fine mood. I had to brush my hand over my skirt every now and again just because my girl cock was throbbing and uncomfortable in my panties.

I looked around, but we were kind of by ourselves in the Young Miss department. The other shoppers were middle-aged white women anyway, so they didn't pay us any mind. Black girls, especially the pretty ones, are mostly invisible to the average suburban soccer mom for some reason.

"Hey, when you had sex with your Master" 

"Ma'am?" Lilah cocked her head and looked at me.

"did you ever like, suck him or anything?" I asked. "You know, give him a blowjob, like that?"

"Well, yeah." She shrugged. "All the time."

"Good." I grinned at her.

"Why?" Lilah giggled uncertainly, but I just grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the dressing rooms.

"Leave all this stuff. I wanna see you try on this dress now," I said, mostly for the benefit of the woman working the counter there.

"Yes ma'am," she agreed innocently.

We went back into the dressing room, which had a bunch of curtained off areas with thin partitions between them. I picked the one farthest away from the entrance, with a real wall on two sides of it. As soon as I had the curtain closed behind us, Lilah started to unbutton her dress.

"No, just sit down," I told her softly. There was a thinly padded bench and I pushed her onto it.

"What are we doing?" Lilah whispered, just because I had, and I put a finger to my lips.

I pulled up my skirt and Lilah looked down, naturally, and then gasped. I pulled my swollen girl cock free of my lace panties, out the side as I tugged the panty over. I'd grown hard and wet with precum, and the foreskin was pulled back just enough to let Lilah see the dark pinkish glans inside.

"You're a boy!" she said, not too loudly, but enough and I shushed her again.

"I want you to suck on it for me. Put it in your mouth," I told her, and I'd already hung the dress on a hook just so I could put my fingers in her hair instead.

"Does Master know?" Lilah asked, and I laughed at her as I pulled her mouth towards me. I don't know if she really wanted to do it or not, but I wasn't giving her much choice anyway. The girl wasn't anythng but a house negra and I was the mistress of the house, our Master had said so.

For being just a couple months past her thirteenth birthday, Lilah turned out to be a real cocksucker and she must have been a serious bedroom negra for her old master. She obviously enjoyed doing it too, and the girl didn't hesitate to take all of me into her small mouth. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping when Lilah opened her throat easily and pushed her lips down that last inch or so of my girl cock. I wasn't very long or thick anyway though, probably nothing like her previous owner had been, and nothing like her new one would be either, if Mr. Reiser ever did want to have sex with her.

"Ummmm" I sighed, holding her head gently and not forcing her, but feeling the little half-breed move her mouth back and forth, swallowing noisily as her warm soft mouth filled with spit and precum. Lilah pulled my foreskin all the way back and used her tongue lightly, which felt really good. My girl cock can be too sensitive sometimes, because it's usually covered up by the skin, but Lilah seemed to know exactly how to make it nice. She was giving me a fine blowjob and I didn't even have to imagine she wasn't a girl, like I had to with Sarah usually.

"Mmphhh." she gave me a little moan too, a happy sound as she played with my smallish balls, soft and smooth in my hairless ball sack. She seemed to like those a lot and I began moving my hips, pushing my cock inside her with growing pleasure. I felt my orgasm rising and it was a quick one, because I'd been too hard for way too long.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered, tightening my fingers in Lilah's thick hair and looking down into those blue eyes of hers. A negra with pretty blue eyes, wasn't that something? I was giggling and panting for air, and then arching my back and biting my lips again so I wouldn't make a sound when my penis erupted inside the girl's mouth.

She was noisy enough for both of us anyway, slurping and swallowing and sucking my penis so hard the girl's flushed cheeks hollowed inward, but oh, did that feel good! For being so young like she was, Lilah really new how to suck a cock and I guessed that's because she'd been a bedroom negra at only eight or nine years old. She'd been doing it a lot longer than I had, which seemed really strange, but I was barely thinking about that. Mostly I thought about how good it felt to empty my hot semen into Lilah's sweet mouth. I didn't think I'd ever like a girl sexually, but I was liking her just fine right then.

"Did I do it okay?" Lilah asked a little breathlessly, still holding my penis which was only slightly softer now.

"Yeah!" I laughed and rolled my eyes, like...Wow! And watched the girl lick her lips with a milky tongue before swallowing. "Kiss me."

I put my mouth on hers and pushed my tongue inside, and she didn't mind. Lilah played with me, flicking her tongue across mine while I explored her and tasted myself inside her cheeks. I'd never really kissed a girl like that before and I was curious how it would feel. I'd kissed Sarah, but I didn't really like it, and I didn't really like kissing Lilah that much either. She was even softer than Sarah, sweeter and more feminine somehow, and that disappointed me more than it should have. I only liked kissing boys.

"That felt weird." Lilah giggled. "Kissing you."

"Yeah." I smiled, tucking my cock down as best I could, but it wasn't really going too soft yet.

"Like you're really a girl," she added, and I looked at her.

"I am really a girl."

"Yes ma'am, that's what I mean," she said, looking down. "It was fun."

We left the Sears soon after that, paying for Lilah's new clothes, and went looking for a shoe store. I bought her some dress shoes to go with her dresses, some casual shoes too, and a pair of boots. Not exactly work boots, but definitely a boys pair and I realized she was gonna need some socks with those. Luckily the store had some. It was a lot of fun and I think Lilah thought I'd gone a little crazy, some of the salesgirls too, but I didn't care. Probably I was crazy.

Lilah and I were both carrying bags and boxes when we went into the drugstore. I just filled a basket with about everything you could think of. The girl didn't even have her own hairbrush. I know because I asked her, so we were starting from the very beginning.

"What color do you like?" I asked and ten seconds later I picked her out a yellow toothbrush. "KayToothpasteSome cotton balls, some ear cleaner thingies"

I was laughing, just grabbing stuff as I saw it, and Lilah was grinning, holding the basket.

"OhhhHere we go. This is good stuff." I grabbed some KY Jelly and dropped it in. "You might need that, or maybe not."

"What's it for?" Lilah looked into the basket.

"For getting sexed up!" I laughed. "These too!"

"I know what those are!" She gave me a shy look as I dropped a box of condoms in the basket.

"Where are we going now?" Lilah asked as we left the drugstore, and we had too much stuff already, but we had to make one more stop.

"The beauty parlor." I nodded my chin towards one of the salons. The mall had three or four of them, but two were for whites only.

"Ma'am?" Lilah kind of smiled, but she wasn't too sure and I bet she'd never dreamt of getting her hair done.

"Yeah." I nodded, feeling a little excited because this would be either a really good idea, or a really dumb one...and I had no idea which.


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