The Civil War Journals: Debbie Does Dishes

Dearest Diary,

I thought Debbie was already scandalous enough, but she went far beyond the pale tonight. Charlie was already sleeping in the master bedroom, daft fool that he is. But Debbie was down, in the **** quarters, where Mamie Jemima would normally be. She was washing dishes, which is what Jemima would be doing earlier in the day. And behind her was Samson.

I'd seen Samson with Jemima before. But the zeal with which he used my cousin was beyond all that. How on earth Charlie couldn't hear it was a mystery, but I did. I saw every second of it, as he used her while she poorly washed and dried. I watched as she gripped her ankles while he emptied himself into her, her juices dripping onto the floor.

I confronted her after she came up. But she wasn't in the mood. "I'd look to see that your own house is in order," she said spitefully, nodding over at Delilah's room.

I peeked into Delilah's room, hearing moans as she flicked her bean.

If Daddy doesn't come home soon, I don't know what will happen, Diary.

Cassandra Castle