...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 23


We were waiting for our Master, turned out in our finest clothes in the
best tradition of the Old South. It was autumn, but after an especially
long hot summer the slight chill was a welcome relief and we bore it
comfortably. I was one month from my eighteenth birthday, or a little more
perhaps. Slaves didn't observe birthdays generally and I felt little
anticipation for the event, my interest was firmly on the here and now and
I was playing my happy role as lady of the manor one last time.

Mercy stood quietly in her black Sunday dress, patient as an old hickory
tree and just as sturdy. She'd done this sort of thing before. The two
house niggers were next to her, Tom Henry and Jericho, looking dandy if
somewhat uncomfortable in the charcoal grey suits I'd bought them. They
were both such handsome young men, Jericho being a year older than Tom's 21
years, but unaccustomed to such finery, and Jericho was pulling at his
necktie, complaining that his starched white collar chafed his dark skin.

"Stop that." I slapped at his hand, looking up into the boy's caramel
eyes. "You'll loosen the knot."

"Ma'am." He swallowed hard and nodded, lifting his smooth jaw while I fixed
it briefly.

Delilah was next to Jericho, tall and a bit thin for her age and not quite
fourteen years old yet, though you wouldn't think so to look at her. She
had all the appearance of a twelve year old boy, fair skinned for a negra
and blue eyed, wearing her own boyish suit of tailored velvet in faggot
lavender. We called Lilah as a boy now, our little house nigger, and so far
as the world was concerned he was queer as a three legged goat.

Wren, the other bedroom negra, stood to the right of Lilah and she was all
of fourteen herself and dressed in white stockings, a pleated royal blue
skirt, and a silk blouse that shimmered like spun gold. She was fair as
well, though not so light as Lilah, and the prettiest boy I'd ever seen,
besides myself perhaps. I turned the sissy around and lifted her skirt in
the back, slipping my hand inside her pink panties to make sure her
buttplug was in place and I gave it a little push, putting the slut on her
toes for a moment.

"Alright, you're okay." I said, mostly to myself as I smoothed her skirt
back into place and the girl gave me a frown. She didn't like that plug at
all, but I was making her wear it because that girl did love to fuck and
Wren teased the niggers constantly. It was her punishment and kept the
negra chaste.

I wore a gown of my own, a real one with petticoats and a lace up corset
underneath, pulled so tight I could scarcely breathe in it. The dress was
emerald green, always my best color, and despite the many layers and the
heaviness of the silk brocade, it was comfortable and best of all,
beautiful. I'd gone to great trouble to find it and I very much hoped my
Master would be pleased.

After only a short wait our Master arrived by taxi and I'd had it in mind
to pick him up at the airport myself, but Mr. Reiser declined. This was
what he wanted, an old fashioned homecoming, and I stood on the steps of
the house smiling as he approached holding the arm of his new bride and our
new Mistress, Miss Corinne Ingersoll-Reiser. They'd been married here in
Memphis and gone on to visit her home in Mississippi briefly before
starting a honeymoon these past ten days. Now they were back and I felt my
heart rushing, for I'd missed the man I loved very much.

"My, my! This is a fine turn." Miss Corinne smiled and she greeted each of
the slaves in turn, beginning with Wren, of course, who was her bedroom
negra. Mistress kissed the girl on the lips and whispered something soft in
her ear, pressing a hand low to find Wren's girl cock doubtlessly hard and
eager as my own just then.

Our Master followed, as befitting the custom, and I waited until at last
Mistress smiled at me and I offered her a well practiced curtsy before
taking her hand in both of mine to kiss it.

"Welcome to your home, Mistress." I smiled at her, keeping my eyes down.

"Why thank you, Danielle." She said and then lowered her voice, touching my
cheek with her fingertips. "We did it, girl."

"Yes ma'am." I took a deep breath against that corset and she kissed me
lightly on the lips, the tip of the woman's tongue playing between them for
a heartbeat.

"Danielle." Mr. Reiser didn't let me finish my curtsy before he was taking
me into his arms, his wife standing a few feet away and watching us with
some amusement.

He kissed me deeply, his hands fairly digging at my dress as if he might
find me somewhere within it, and then he laughed softly, satisfying himself
with a palm against my left breast. I sighed and his hand pressed against
me so hard that I was certain he could feel my heart beating fast and
strong just for him.

"I've missed you, sir." I licked my lips and I wasn't looking down at all.

"We're home now." He nodded. "We're all home."

=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Danielle..." Miss Corinne was calling me from the mater bedroom and I
hurried to her.

I'd changed into a much lighter and more practical dress already, all of
the slaves had changed by then, and I was busy straightening my personal
bedroom. Jericho and Wren had moved in shortly after the wedding and we had
a full house now. A Master and a Mistress, and six slaves to keep the place
up in a manner fitting our owners' social standing. The former Miss
Ingersoll came from a much respected family, and while she was indeed
something of a black sheep for her eccentric pleasures, the woman was
accustomed to a life of affluent luxury, or as she put it with a twinkle in
her hazel eyes, a life of healthy Southern decadence.

"Ma'am?" I cleared my throat as she was looking through the wardrobe, the
large closet I had been using, but it was now empty.

"Where are your clothes?" She asked me, looking genuinely curious.

"In the other bedroom." I said slowly. "I moved my things out and..."

"Move them back." She smiled and shook her head. "Your Master needs you in
here, not me. I'll be taking the room with Wren."

"But..." I narrowed my eyes.

"I told you a long time ago, I wasn't of a sort to come between a Master
and his negra. Now get your things, put them back, and stop looking at me
like I'm from another planet!"

"Yes ma'am." I nodded quickly and I think I actually giggled with some
relief, though I covered my mouth quickly.

"Moving?" Mr. Reiser scratched his cheek as I was carrying an armload of
clothes back into the master bedroom.

"I was all moved," I laughed, "but Miss Corinne told me she was going to
use Wren's bedroom, so..."

"Yeah." Mr. Reiser nodded at that, following me now. "Wren's going to share
your bedroom, but sleep in Cory's and you'll sleep in mine and..." He
chuckled. "...Seems like we could have made this harder somehow."

"Heh." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I thought she'd be sleeping in here
though. I mean, she is your wife."

"She is." He nodded. "But you're the one I'm in love with."

"Hmmm..." I smiled at him, dropping my clothes on the bed.

"Cory understands that." Mr. Reiser stood close behind me, his hands on my
hips and his face in my hair.

"Who does she love?" I wondered.

"You." My Master smiled. "And Wren, she spent a long time looking for a boy
like him."

"A girl you mean." I turned around, looking up and smiling as I put my
hands on his shoulders.

"Corinne loves boys who look like girls." Mr. Reiser shrugged. "You're the
reason she was so eager to marry me."

"Oh, I don't believe that!" I giggled, but I think it was probably a little
true.

"I'm not complaining." My Master shrugged. "I get a respectable wife who
understands what I want, she gets a husband who shares her interests, and
we both get you."

"You're sharing me?" I teased him.

"Sometimes."

"Sharing Wren too, I bet." I gave him just a tiny pout.

"Sometimes." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "She's my wife, we share everything now."

"Not tonight." I told him softly. "I'll lock the door, I swear."

He kissed me then, the way I needed him too and I pulled him down to that
cluttered bed, unmindful of the expensive clothes upon which we lay. I
hadn't been with him for nearly two weeks and I'd never felt so lonely
before. Now he was back and I spread my legs, just that quick while
Mr. Reiser fumbled to free his hard cock. We were of the same mind, as we
so often were, and he needed me as well. It had been an hour already since
they'd returned home, barely that, and somehow we'd kept our hands off each
other, but no more.

"Mmphh..." I groaned into my Master's mouth, pulling my knees high and
lifting my ass for his cock. 

Mr. Reiser held himself in his hand, using his fingertips to pull my loose
panties aside and he thrust quickly, stabbing his swollen prick past the
tight ring of my sphincter to stretch the delicate folds of my rectum
around him. I gasped and pulled at the man hard, rocking my body with
pleasure as he pushed hard inside me. We'd missed each other terribly, that
was obvious and I felt as if I were going to cum any second just from the
welcome sensations of having my boy pussy full with my owner's turgid
manhood.

"I missed this...Fuck...I love you..." Mr. Reiser breathed, kissing my face
and neck, holding my shoulders tight with his hands to give himself
leverage.

"Yesssss..." I hissed between my teeth, "...Fuck me now...Give me your
cock...Like that..."

I kissed the man's neck and licked breathlessly along his pale flesh to his
ear, kissing him and taking his earlobe between my teeth. He was fucking my
sissy ass good now, my Master's sperm filled balls slapping my panty
covered butt with every urgent thrust of his hips. That we were still
clothed and fucking in such a spontaneous and haphazard fashion only made
it better and I was dimly aware of the giggling voices of Wren and Lilah,
who were best friends by then, while they spied upon us from the doorway.

"Did you...fuck her...too..." I asked my Master, locking my ankles at the
small of his back, grinding my hot asshole against his prick the best I
could.

"Who...Cory?" He was panting, red faced and smiling down at me and I
nodded. "...A couple times...yeah..."

"How'd you...Ummm...Like it?" I giggled.

"It was...Ohhh...Okay..." He laughed, moving his arms, catching me beneath
my knees so he could bend my body further.

Mr. Reiser was driving his cock even deeper then, fucking me with quick
long strokes, deep enough that I could feel the swollen head of his penis
touching my sensitive prostate and making me shiver with that delicious
warmth. I clung to him while we fucked, my long red nails clawing at his
shirt, my legs pushed far up the way we liked it, with my knees bent over
his broad shoulders and very nearly touching my heaving breasts. His prick
had a straight shot into my ass and my Master took good advantage of it,
slamming himself into me hard, as hard as I could ever remember the man
taking me and I was loving every second of it.

"What're you two doin heah now?" Mercy's voice came to us and she'd caught
Wren and Lilah.

"Owww!"..."Mercy! Ow!" the two complained and I thought the old woman
probably had them by the ears.

"Come away from heah now, I gots some work for ya in the kitchen..."
Mercy's voice faded and I giggled.

"I'm going to cum...Soon..." My Master told me and he was looking serious,
trying to hold back but not slowing down at all.

"Cum inside me...I wanna feel it..." I nodded.

"Yeah...Fuck yeah...Dani...Jesus..." He groaned, pushing his pelvis against
me and holding himself there as I felt his thick cock throbbing inside me. 

Mr. Reiser was cumming hard, his hot sperm flooding my bowels with a sweet
ecstasy I'd missed for far too long. I could feel him pulsing inside me, my
ass muscles clamped down tight as I squeezed myself around him, wanting to
make it as good for him as I could. I worked my asshole like a fist to milk
my Master's cock for his semen, fucking him that way, without moving but
just contracting my flesh to make the man shudder with pleasure. It was a
trick, a technique I'd long perfected and sometimes I'd fuck him from start
to finish in just that fashion, without a push or pull at all, but just my
boy pussy loving his cock like a baby's sucking mouth.

"Go down on me..." I giggled, sucking cool air into my lungs and it was
what we both wanted. He'd missed me, every part of me and now that he'd had
my ass, Mr. Reiser wanted the rest as well.

I sighed happily, sliding my legs over his shoulders, straightening them
with some small joy as he knelt to take my hard penis into his mouth. He
fingered my ass, playing with my raw well-fucked hole all the while. He
sucked my girl cock so good, my Master, and I was writhing beneath his
sweet attentions quickly. He had all of me too, my smallish prick just some
five inches long maybe and big around as the man's thumb, fitting inside
his warm sucking mouth easily. He pressed his tongue out beneath the base
of my penis, to tickle and lap at my smooth hairless balls. I had my hands
on his head, my fingers in Mr. Reiser's hair, begging him to make me feel
good.

"So pretty..." Miss Corinne's voice opened my eyes and she was watching us,
standing close and touching her tummy through the men's button down shirt
she wore. Beneath that she wore only a pair of men's boxers loose above her
long shapely legs, and I'd come to understand the woman was most happy
being a man. 

"Mmmphhh..." Mr. Reiser agreed and the soft wet noises of his mouth working
my penis eagerly filled our ears.

"I love watching you two fuck." The woman decided and she was sitting down
in a chair near my vanity, content to watch her new husband make love to
his bedroom negra.

I smiled at her, rolling my eyes with the rapture of my Master's mouth on
my girl cock and I felt my orgasm rising, the tensing of my muscles pulling
my small testicles tight, and my ass spasmed around Mr. Reiser's finger as
he fucked it into my sperm sodden hole. I was lifting my hips off the bed,
hunching my penis into his mouth and holding my lover tight as I felt my
whole body seem to contract and then release with a rush of orgasmic
pleasure. My cock erupted quickly, jetting semen into my Master's sucking
mouth and he was ready for it, swallowing me down easily and eating my
creamy seed.

As always he held the last few spurts to share with me and I accepted him
with open lips, letting his thick tongue push milky sperm across my own. I
sucked him clean, drinking the last remains of my climax and then doing
nothing else but kissing my Master deeply, sharing our breath between us
for several long minutes. It was exactly what we needed, but far from
satisfying. My Master and I would be making love for much of the night, I
knew, and I was never so happy as that moment when I had him back in my
arms.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was a senior now, in my last year of high school. Neither Sarah nor
Venus, nor any of the niggers who'd gone to the party the year before had
ever returned. Sarah had been sold to a casino in Las Vegas, where slavery
was legal so long as slaves weren't actually bought or sold in the state,
but indentured servitude was just fine. From what I'd heard she was working
off her old master's gambling debts. He would visit her from time to time,
as he did in fact still own her legally, but his real purpose was merely to
lose more money, which was added to the amount Sarah would work to pay
off. She was a whore now, tossing blowjobs in the Keno Room or something, I
don't know. It was mostly rumor anyway, but it still made me sad.

"You're looking cheered up." Mr. Davis, still my math teacher and still my
regular lover at school, was smiling at me.

"My Master's back from his honeymoon." I smiled at him and I had remained
sitting at my desk, spreading my long smooth legs so he could see up my
short black skirt as I teased him.

The class was filing out of the room and unlike the year before, when I'd
had math for my final period of the day, now it was my last class before
lunch. That worked out just as well for us, although I did get a little
hungry round two o'clock everyday. Mr. Davis tended to keep me busy for
that short forty minutes we had together. Sometimes he'd keep me after
school, but the fact was that once he had me in front of him, the man just
didn't want to wait and I didn't mind. He was going to fuck me either way
and at least I was able to go home a little earlier when we did it during
lunch.

"Danielle, I have something for you..." Mr. Davis said, reaching into his
desk after the last student left and the door swung shut.

"You do?" I gave him my sweetest smile and this wasn't the first gift he'd
ever given me. Mr. Davis was in love.

"Yeah." He nodded and I was always surprised that a white man could be so
shy around a negra like me.

He was a little red, slightly embarrassed maybe, or worried I wouldn't like
whatever it was he had for me. He was married, I knew that, and even had a
couple kids, but for whatever reason the man was infatuated with me and I
was very careful not to break his heart. I didn't lead him on at all, how
could I? I was just a slave and a bedroom negra and I couldn't refuse him
anything, but I could still hurt him, I understood that much, and that was
never my intention. I liked Mr. Davis. He was sweet.

"Oh...What is it?" I narrowed my eyes and he was holding a little box
covered in red velvet, like the sort jewelry comes in.

"Open it." He swallowed thickly, setting it down on my desk and I giggled.

"It's a ring." I blinked, holding the box in my hands. "Is that a real
diamond?"

"Yeah." Mr. Davis nodded.

"Sir...This...It's an engagement ring." I almost laughed, but I didn't. It
was a diamond solitaire and not a large one, but it must have cut into a
teacher's paycheck pretty good.

"Listen to me." Mr. Davis got down on his knee, one hand reaching for me,
but stopping just short and tapping slow and softly on my desk instead.

"Mr. Davis..." I was already shaking my head.

"We can go North." He whispered and his eyes were on mine. "We can get
across the border and I can find a job up there. We can ask for asylum,
you're a slave, they'll give it to you and if we're married they'll give it
to me too."

"Sir..." I took his nervous hand in both of mine, leaving that ring sit all
by itself on the desk. "You can't marry me. I'm a boy, least so far as
anybody's gonna care."

"I heard they have some places where it's legal." Mr. Davis licked his
lips. "That's why I got the idea. Even if it isn't, they'll let me stay
probably. They won't send me back; we can stay together, Danielle."

"You can't talk like that." I was whispering too. "You get found out just
thinking about that and you're going to get in trouble."

"I don't care." He was shaking his head. "I love you. After this year
you're going to graduate, I won't see you anymore. I need you, Dani. I love
you."

This was bad and my heart was pounding while I tried to reason it out. He
was crazy if he thought I was going to run away with him to the North. I
didn't love him for one thing and for another I was perfectly happy being a
slave, more than happy, it was perfect for me. What was I going to do if I
was free? Be his wife? Live in some little apartment in some town I never
heard of, surrounded by people I didn't know? This was my home and I had a
Master and he was the one I loved.

"I know you do, sir." I nodded sincerely. "I can't run away though, don't
you see that?"

"You mean you can't run away with me." He said unhappily.

"I mean I can't run away at all, sir." I kissed his hand. "Please, don't
talk like this. We're gonna get in trouble. Let me make you feel good now,
okay? Let me make it fine for you, the way you like..."

I straightened his index finger, taking it into my mouth slowly, working my
soft lips down his digit while I looked in the man's eyes. He was going to
get himself arrested for sure if he kept talking like that, not because he
wanted to go North, white folks crossed the border all the time, but
talking about taking me up there was illegal as hell. He'd be guilty of
sedition and aiding a runaway slave and if I wasn't careful, I'd be in
trouble too. Just listening to him and then not turning him in was going to
make me guilty, never mind if we did it or not, just talking like that was
a crime and so was not telling anybody.

"Oh, Dani..." He breathed and I was working my lips down all of his
fingers, one at a time, trying to calm the man down and take his mind off
those crazy ideas.

"Stand up now...Come on, let me suck it for you..." I whispered. "...I'll
make it so good for you, Mr. Davis..."

I turned in my chair and worked the man's zipper, reaching inside his
trousers while he watched. My small black hands pulled his white cock free
and he was hard for me already, his manhood florid and damp with precum. I
freed his heavy balls as well, rolling them in my fingers carefully while I
leaned over, using my tongue at first, just tickling his cockhead with the
tip, letting my soft pink tongue flutter over and under and all around
before I started taking longer licks along the shaft, getting him all hot
and bothered so all Mr. Davis would be thinking about was filling my mouth
with his cum.

"Ohhh..." He let out a long breath as I finally opened my mouth and took
him inside, sucking his cock gently, making my mouth soft and wet and hot
for him. 

I loved sucking a man's hard penis, any man's, and Mr. Davis was no
exception. I liked it almost as much as fucking and I was good at it. I
mouthed that man the best I knew how, taking him into my throat after
spending some few minutes getting him nice and wet and slippery. I took his
cock to the very root, opening my throat and then trying to swallow his
cock down, my muscles pulling at him with little spasm that made Mr. Davis
shiver with pleasure. I did that over and over, pulling my mouth back each
time to let spit and precum drip from my chin onto the floor beneath us. I
was being sloppy the way he liked, making a real mess and telling him
breathlessly how much I loved sucking his big white cock.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" I asked him innocently, smiling up into
his face with wide brown eyes. "Or do you want to cum in my ass?"

"Can I?" He asked, licking his lips and staring at me while I rubbed his
wet cock all over my cheeks, playing with him while I caught my breath.

"Cum in my ass?" I giggled softly. "I forgot to bring some condoms today,
but I won't tell, if you won't."

"Oh God...I won't tell...In your ass..." He was nodding and I'd been lying,
of course, my Master had told me to use condoms with anyone outside our
household and I'd always obeyed him, but I needed Mr. Davis to forget his
crazy ideas.

"Hmmm..." I giggled and pushed him back slightly, standing up and pulling
my skirt around my waist.

I just bent over my desk for him, playing the slut I was and wiggling my
firm black ass impatiently as Mr. Davis pulled my bikini panties down
slowly. I groaned as he reached beneath my ass, finding my hard girl cock
and soft balls, wrapping all of my boyhood in his gentle fist and giving me
a little pull which made me squeal and thrust my ass back for him. He knew
me well enough after more than a year of fucking to know what I liked and
it was the little things like that which always made it good.

"God, I love your negra ass, Dani..." Mr. Davis was rubbing his bare cock
up and down my butt crack, teasing me as I smiled at him over my shoulder.

"Does your wife fuck you like this?" I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

"Never in a million years." He told me, finally bringing his cockhead to my
asshole and pushing against my backdoor hard, forcing the smooth helmet of
his penis past my wrinkled sphincter.

"Ummm...Yeah...Oh!" I pushed back as I felt the head of his cock pop inside
my tight asshole and he pushed forward at the same time, pulling at my
brown cheeks with his thumbs so he could see his white cock disappear
inside me.

Mr. Davis thrust himself completely inside, until his hairy ball sack was
pressed against my own and I was already reaching beneath me, finding our
balls with my hand and holding them together, his testes and mine rubbing
and rolling around and that felt real nice. He wasn't moving then, not
pulling away from me, but just enjoying the sensation of my soft scrotum
against his. We'd done this before too and we both liked it a
lot. Mr. Davis was sliding his hands up, beneath the sweater I wore to feel
my smooth back, stroking my chocolate skin while I played with our balls,
and his cock remained thick and steady in the hot depths of my ass.

"No more talking about running away..." I told him softly, as serious as I
could be and he had to listen, we were joined as intimately as two people
ever were. "...You have to promise me, okay?"

"Danielle..."

"I mean it." I told him, being forceful as only lover can be. I wasn't his
student then, or a slave, or even a negra, I was the girl he loved and he
had to understand. "If you talk like that, I won't see you anymore."

"What?" He swallowed hard and his hands were still moving, his cock
throbbing so hard I could feel it jerking in my bowels.

"I'll drop out of school." I promised. "You'll never see me again."

"But...Why?" He wanted to know and so I told him a lie, or a half-truth I
should say, the words he needed to hear.

"I don't want to see you hurt cause of me." I said. "I love you."

"You do?" He stared at me and he wasn't moving anymore, and I'd never said
that before and I knew it wasn't true, but I had to make him believe me.

"Yeah." I smiled, looking into his eyes and letting go of our balls. "Fuck
me now...I wanna feel your cum inside me."

"Oh, Dani...I love you so much..." He started moving then, fucking me
slowly and then harder as the feelings grew better.

Mr. Davis stroked his cock in and out of my ass, the full length of him,
which wasn't so much perhaps, but still nice. He'd pull back until his
cockhead was just inside my sphincter and then push deep; pulling me back
with his hands on my hips so that every inch of him would find a home in my
soft rectum. It felt great for me, especially since he wasn't so large as
the cock I was used to getting from my Master, or most especially Tom
Henry. But size really doesn't matter, at least not always, and the way I
was moving around on my desk was making it good too. 

My hard girl cock was being worked against the glossy wood, back and forth
with just enough pressure to get me off. I was going to cum like that,
probably when I felt my teacher loose his thick load into my ass. I always
loved that feeling of being filled with cum and not having to wear a condom
was pleasant. I know Mr. Davis was enjoying it, feeling my ass riding his
cock bareback. He was fucking me faster, leaning over me and I could feel
his breath in my hair, his chest against my back as he grunted with every
desperate thrust.

"Oh Dani...Dani...I'm cumming..." His panting voice was a whisper and I
could barely him above my own soft moans.

I felt him though, his cock pushed deep and held there as it seemed to
swell even more than it already was. I squeezed my asshole hard around him
too, lifting my feet off the floor so I was just laying there, pinned to my
desk and impaled on that pulsing cock as it spewed thick man cum into my
boy pussy, and I was there as well. My own penis was bursting, my balls
seeming to leap within that warm sack between my thighs. I was cumming hard
and spilling my semen onto my desk, into my skirt as it was all scrunched
up beneath my tummy.

"Whew..." I giggled and stuck out my tongue as Mr. Davis pulled his penis
free of my rectum slowly. "...Good fuck!"

"Yeah." He grinned, leaning back against another desk and nodding.

I got on my knees for him, cleaning his cock quickly, mouthing that
softening muscle and tasting the remains of our union. His sperm, salty and
rich with the musk of his arousal and my own asshole, a faint but distinct
flavor I'd long since grown to love. I licked and sucked and swallowed
every bit of our fuck I could find and then I took several long licks of
the desk I'd been bent over, dragging my tongue through the smeared semen
I'd left there just because I knew Mr. Davis would get a thrill from
that. Most of my own climax was in my skirt though and I frowned at the
stains, but all I'd be able to do about it was go to the bathroom and try
to wash it out.

"Dani...Danielle..." Mr. Davis called me as I was leaving the classroom.

"Sir?" I paused and turned my head.

"Don't forget this." He was holding the box, the engagement ring still
inside it, and I bit my lip. "Just...Take it." He swallowed hard and put it
in my hand. "Think about it."

"You promised." I told him and Mr. Davis nodded, but I wondered if he'd
keep his word or not.


End of chapter 23