Master Gallagher

Called soliciting

"Sir, a shlong?" I questioned the man who sat in front of me, eyeing me from head to toe.

"Yes, a shlong." He repeated.

"You mentioned working here for a few, I presume that Gallagher boy must have taught you a few things... I quite like experienced girls. The criers, make my head hurt." He paused, scratching his scruffy beard for a bit. I could have sworn this man was Master Joshua's age group. "Tracy mentioned you left for a bit to be of help at the Gallagher plot, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I bought you. Mhm—"

It all suddenly made sense.

I felt very uncomfortable.

"Do a little twirl, will ya girly?" He said using his hand to signal movement. My throat felt dry and my palms sweaty. Could this man not tell that I was pregnant. I had merely came here to do what William had requested of me not to be a potential sell. You might be wondering how I ended up here in William's dining room with this stranger who happened to be Lady Tracy's client. I had visited in hopes of telling Lady Tracy that I heavily missed her and Liam... also that I had came to visit. It was not exactly a lie that I missed little Liam, I can't say the same for Lady Tracy. Unfortunately she said Liam had went to visit his grandparents for a bit. She had quickly excused herself to get something for this man. She mentioned it be a custom made wedding outfit.

The man cleared his throat when I did not follow his orders. I felt afraid. Maybe I was overthinking... "Have you ever been to the west?" He questioned.

"The West.."

"America!"

"No-sir!"

"If I buy you... then you could come with me there. With my other girls."

"Your other girls?"

"Yes, I have four girlies back in Virginia."

I kept quiet.

"I really like you. You're quiet, I can tell that your skin is very smooth and I like smooth skin... licking smooth skin." I felt a crawl up my spine that made me want to regurgitate everything I had eaten earlier. "I love that you keep your hair nice and short. Above all... such a remarkable figure you have there. What's your name?"

"P-Pan-anashe.." I said a little to quickly trying to keep the bile on my throat down.

"Nice... very unique.."

"I'm expecting..." I said a little too quickly this made him chuckle.

"So what?"

"I can not—"

"I only leave for the West in six months but I'm willing to stay.. till you give birth to that rat then we can be off. I will surely offer Gallagher a price he can't refuse. Judging from the fact that you're pregnant. My dear... you're well acquainted to a shlong and mine wants to ravage you." He sighed looking at me intently. "You have this innocent face... it strikes me as unadulterated. I assume Gallagher Junior must have had his fair share but I'm alright with that. I was never a habitué of virgins."

"Pah— your name is quite difficult. I will call you Penny. So tell me Penny... how many have you been with? No need to be all shy. I take good care of my girlies. I will take good care of you too. America is a dream, fast paced than the plots down here in England."

"One." I replied. In my head, I would never ever count Elliot. I did not want to think of it either. I had to reply because if he complained about me to Lady Tracy, I'd be in so much tumult.

"I doubt I believe any of that." He chuckled. "Any man with his naked eye would take you to bed the minute you walked by. Admit you have a few... I don't judge. Like I said... I like my girlies experienced."

"Mr. Wesley, I think these are the one's. I apologize it took me a while to find them." Lady Tracy interrupted and I was thankful. My shoulders shrugged in relief. I just wanted him to be gone but he did not seem keen on moving from his position.

"Tracy dear, a quick question?" I should have noticed from his accent that it was rather odd. I assumed it was about his tailor made outfit but I was absolutely wrong.

"Ofcourse Mr. Wesley."

"How much are the girlies in England?"

I suddenly loathed the word girlies.

"Uh—" she paused. "I'm not quite sure... we haven't had a market in a while. I assume they're cheaper than strong built male negroes."

"I do not care for the male n*****s, I want this girly standing behind you. I want to take her with me to the West. I haven't been captivated in such a long time and I'm not leaving until Gallagher lets me."

"Well you're in luck... Mr. Wes. She is pregnant so that might be a little costly."

I couldn't believe they were merely discussing me, upfront with no shame as if I was some material for Lady Tracy's tailoring.

"You can keep the rat. I do not like the noise."

"Of course well... my husband bought her from his father a few months back. She good with cleaning, cooking and so much more. When he returns you may have a word with him. She temporarily went back to the Gallagher plot to help out."

"Mhm... be it she can not cook or perform any chores. I suppose all I need of her to open her legs."

Lady Tracy gasped as if it was taboo. "Mr. Wes...."

"Oh Tracy, don't pretend your husband hasn't been busy with her. You would be a fool to think he willingly let a n***o of that beauty walk around the house without deflowering her instantly and doing much more."

At this moment, I knew maybe I should not have came here. Maybe I should have stayed and read Williams third letter. Maybe I should have, should have done anything even see Elliot or feed the chickens or—

Anything but here.

"Never! William loves me. That is where you're wrong. William has spent every other night with me like a starved man. There would be no way he would... for goodness sake Mr. Wes. William absolutely loathes n*****s. He is soft and has a kind heart. He would never be as vile as other men. William is not like... all you the rest.." She spat.

The man, I had now known as Mr. Wesley chuckled as he took gladly put on his straw hat on top of his head.

"Oh Tracy dear..." He shook his head lightly. "I suppose, I will be off to the Netherlands for a while but I will gladly return in time to speak with your husband of this beauty. I'm astounded.."

"I wouldn't exactly call her that..." Lady Tracy, replied crossing her arms.

"No need to bring out the green eyed monster. I'm not your husband!"

"Later my sweet Penny." He bid me goodbye.

"Mr. Wes you joke quite a lot... oh you Americans!" Lady Tracy said, her voice fading as they headed out. I did not know if that was a good time to be sneaking around but I was sure she would be back soon and I couldn't. My hands were shaking, my heart was hyperventilating, my palms sweaty, my teeth cluttering whenever I tried to speak and—

I couldn't do it.

I decided another day.

Maybe when Liam is around.

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I went to a blogging class today, I can't wait to start my own blog. I'm sorry I get so caught up with life that I don't write for a while. I will try to be consistent.

Very short but I had to update. 

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