Jaclyn A slave husband story
I’ve known Jaclyn since 6th grade. We were in the same lab group for science class. At this point boys and girls had only just started talking to each other. Though I didn’t know it yet, I was a late bloomer and still had about four years until puberty. I wanted to fit in though, so despite the fact that I didn’t feel the hormonal yearning for female contact, I did my best to try to at least make some female friends. We sat next to each other and talked a lot. I was, however, a small...