they are on because a small red light glows.” He paused again.
“And there will be a record,” Ann said.
“Yes. Rest assured it will be kept private and at the end of the ninety days, unless you decide otherwise, all the tapes will be given to you. The tapes serve another purpose,” he continued, “there are thousands of members of the NWS. They are registered from all over the states as well as Europe and Asia. The only thing they have in common is that they’re black men, Negros. Every member will have access to Ann’s special cell phone number as well as her special land phone number and her special email address. Only members on NWS have these numbers. Having the numbers gives them access to Ann’s services. All they need to do is call and say when and where. Before calling or emailing they will check to see if she’s available.” He paused to look directly at Ann. “You will be available at all times. We urge our members to allow you at least an hour to prepare to receive them, but they are not required to do this. I must tell you that membership in the NWS is rather easy to obtain. Therefore some, if not many, of our members are racists. They hate whites usually for very understandable reasons. Some are ex-convicts, some are homeless, and some are old,
some are fat and rich, and some are mean and can be violent. Since we have an investment in you, it’s in our self interest to protect that investment. If the video tape indicates serious bodily harm is about to be done to you, we will send immediate help. If you are somewhere else; another house, a hotel or motel room and feel certain that you might be seriously hurt, and I mean seriously: disfigured, cut, broken bones. things like that, there’s a special button on your cell phone that sends an alarm to our security guys. The phone also has a GPS so they will know where you are.”
“So she’ll be perfectly safe?” Paul asked.
“I didn’t say that. The female black slaves were never perfectly safe. They were constantly being physically abused, but because they represented an investment to the slaveholder, he didn’t want her to be physically unable to perform. So, your wife can expect to be abused, even whipped as the female slaves were whipped, but not hospitalized.”
Ann bowed her head and wept silently. Watts signaled for more wine. He waited until Ann brushed away the tears and looked up at him. He held up a copy of her contract, “Your turn,” he said. She nodded.
“How much money does your husband owe the poker players?”
“I’m not certain, but about ninety thousand dollars.”
“What does he owe the stockholders he scammed?”
“I don’t know. Several hundred thousand I think.”
“Who cosigned all those notes that made it possible to steal from the stockholders?”
“I did, but I didn’t know...”
Watts cut her off, “Who is preventing you and your husband from going to prison? Who is paying off his huge gambling debt and fixing the stockholder problem and saving his trucking company?”
“You are.”
“Not me alone. The NWS is doing the heavy lifting. So, that means you are deeply indebted to the NWS?”
“Yes, I am.”
“What have you learned about the superiority of the black man, specifically about his penis?”
The question caught her by surprise. She tried to remember what the first part of the contract said. “It...it’s bigger. I mean the black man’s penis is longer and...and thicker than the white man’s or the Asian man’s.” He waited while she thought. “Oh, yes he has more stamina and his...his sperm is better.”
“Why do you think those qualities might appeal to women, not just white women, but all women?”
“I suppose it’s a genetic thing. Females of every species instinctively look for the male who will give her the strongest healthiest children.”
Watts raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I sometimes forget I’m talking to a very intelligent woman. That’s exactly
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