The Reconstruction Journals: Decision Day

Diary,

It's been a time of transition. The South has surrendered. The Yankees are still here, still watching, here to enforce their justice on us.

It's been no different here at the plantation. But it's Samson's justice. Things haven't changed in the day to day, yet. But Samson has been liberated. He's been unleashed. His cock reeks of sex -- of the (former) servant girls ... of my cousin ... of my sister ... and of me.

He likes to have me in the cave, where we had our first time. Each time our congress violates the laws that still stand ... my morals ... my upbringing. But still, I need it, I crave it. I told Samson last night I want him. I want to be his, in some place far away from where I was raised, someplace where we would not be ashamed. Well, perhaps less ashamed.

And he said he wants me too.

It scares me, yet I've never wanted anything more.

Cassandra