I call Manton back

"How dare you?" I shouted. "Where did you get that picture?"

"Calm down, girl. Yer' actin' like one of them chimps down at the zoo, flashin' her teeth while she's jumpin' round the monkey cage," he chuckled.

"I'm not your 'GIRL', or a monkey!" I shouted back.

"Ya' sure about that?", he said snidely. "They say the apple don't fall far from the tree, and yer little princess Anal or Assolia or whatever her monkey names in sure looks like she's humpin' at the zoo."

"Where did you get that picture?" I demanded.

"You ayn't that bright, are you? Shouldn't be surprised, really. It's in the gene. Like one of those chatbots that speaks like a human, and talks all fancy, but don't know shit about the world. The question isn't where all the pictures I got of your **** slut of a daughter came from, it's where they're going. And the answer is 'EVERYWHERE', if you don't learn some manners, and start respectin' yer' betters!"

I clenched my teeth as I thought it over. Damn if he wasn't right. Those pictures in the wrong place could ruin my daughters future, and I knew Manton, vengeful bastard that he was, would devote his life to making sure every teacher, prospective employer, or decent suitor saw my poor daughter at her porn star best.

"I'm listening," I said quietly.

"First, I don't wanna hear no talk about burnin' that diary. It's more than a look into the past, girl. It's a look into the future. Yer' future."

"What do you mean, 'future'?

"For one thing, you need to get more comfortable with seein' that hot chimp daughter of yer's doin' what comes natural. Animals are supposed to run around naked. And that's what you two are. Animals. You wouldn't put a pair of pants on a cow, or a goat, would you? Would you?"

I hated him, but had **** but to reply, and play his game. "No," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Of course not. Puttin' pants on y'all don't make no cents, neither, specially how you'd just get them all stinky and juicy, with how wet you get between yer legs."

Hesitantly, I reached between my legs. Much to my embarrassment I was wet. Not understanding my feelings, I began to stroke myself slowly. "Now, you paraded yourself at dinner in that sausage casing of a dress, and you looked mighty fine, but the Professor and I agree you'd look much better just wearing shackles and a collar, and your daughter, too. If it were the good ol' days, yer' next parade would be a bit more public. I'd put a rope around your necks, nice and tight, and tie you up with the other monkeys I'd just unloaded off the **** ship, then run you yer' naked black asses right down Bay Street, right past High Cotton and Court House, all the way down to the Battery and back."

"It's important that the fine, white ladies and gentlemen of Charleston, in their fine, colorful clothes, get to see you. I'd run you fast, so you'd really work up a stink, with the whip cracking your black asses, cuz I know how lazy you monkeys are, when left to yer own devices. The whip crackin' would keep the pace up, and keep your titties and bottoms jiggling for the buyers to see. Plus it'd make the proper women happy, scowlin' at their husbands and they leered at ya', seeing y'all gettin' yer asses whipped for being such shameless jezebels."

"So, do you want to have your little pickaninny behind ya', so you can focus and help her keep pace, or in front of ya, so you can watch as the whip skins that lazy black ass of hers?"