The Lost Letter

Dear Debbie,

I remember, when you came to the plantation, how much of a bad influence I feared you'd be. And I was right. Your mixing at your last home continued, and corrupted Delilah, and it corrupted me.

I hope you're happy in Africa. When I'd heard you'd moved to Liberia, I was surprised, to say the least. But it made sense, and it made me jealous.

Samson's son, Sam Jr. was born last week. I'm assuming you and Delilah have likewise had yours. After, Samson's ardor was almost too much to be tamed. When I was heavy with child, he'd resorted to my mouth and my rear, but both he and I were happy that he could bury that impossibly large Black member of his back into my sex. He wants more children, and as do I. Lord knows he fathered enough with the women on the plantation.

I miss you, Debbie. Thank you for all you did for me.

Love,

Cassandra