Chapter Twenty-Eight
“It was ironic that in teaching the female slaves to read and write I did more for their liberty than Abraham Lincoln,” a pensive Buelah notes.
The women converse over dinner, Luda having donned effeminate attire for the first time since her last visit. Jake and Jasper, another naked young dark skinned male, serve a sumptuous meal. Doodie sits and politely listens. As a treat Luda has dressed him as a little girl. Make up and some of Max’s stolen jewelry complete the transformation to blonde ingénue. Doodie squirms with the unusual sensation of having his emaciated p***s covered, though frottaging against the loose satin skirt feels strangely good.
“With literacy, they all found employment up north. The males must stay, having no place to go. They know to pick cott
