Erica had asked me a million times. 'Madison, are you sure you're just the child minder? He pays you a lot of money for doing hardly anything.' Pushing aside the blatant insinuation that I was his weekend whore, I'd always told her the absolute truth. He'd never so much as looked at me inappropriately, let alone anything more.
When public men indulge themselves in abuse, when they deny others a fair trial, when they resort to innuendo and insinuation, to libel, scandal, and suspicion, then our democratic society is outraged, and democracy is baffled. It has no apparatus to deal with the boor, the liar, the lout, and the antidemocrat in general.
J. William Fulbright
Okay, on my first night, he tried to chat me up. You know how the story goes. 'You have the most beautiful eyes, I'm very rich, want to see my bedroom?' Blah, blah, blah.' 'And because you turned him down, he's more determined than ever, ' Will guessed, with amazing accuracy. 'You did turn him down, right?' 'Of course, ' I told him, insulted by the insinuation I would drop my knickers for a glass of wine. 'Do you think I'd risk my job for a quick tumble in the sheets with him?
As a people, we have been tolled farther and farther away from the facts of what we have done by the romanticizers, whose bait is nothing more than the wishful insinuation that we have done no harm. Speaking a public language of propaganda, uninfluenced by the real content of our history which we know only in a deep and guarded privacy, we are still in the throes of the paradox of the 'gentleman and soldier.' However conscious it may have been, there is no doubt in my mind that all this moral and verbal obfuscation is intentional. Nor do I doubt that its purpose is to shelter us from the moral anguish implicit in our racism-an anguish that began, deep and mute, in the minds of Christian democratic freedom-loving owners of slaves.
Look your fill ' the creature murmured his voice as sweet and rich as syllabub sauce. And his lusty grin when he said it was sinful-and pleasurable. Prue was certain her face flamed red at the barbarian's insinuation. 'I'm sure I don't know what you mean ' she replied tartly. He smiled and drained his goblet. His head was tilted back exposing the thick cords in his throat and Prue watched him eagerly drink down the entire contents in one swallow. Never had she seen such a vulgar display. Never had she been so engrossed in the workings of a man's throat and the movement of his Adam's apple. With a thunk he set the goblet down and shoved his chair back. His legs were spread and the black leather riding britches he wore were pulled snugly over his massive thighs... and other parts as well. Flushing Prudence glanced away. She could not look at him like that with his lace jabot untied and lying on either side of his opened shirt. A shirt that was unbuttoned and opened to his waist exposing a vast amount of dark male skin hairless and bronzed. 'Shall you not look my lady ' he beckoned softly. 'I like the feel of your eyes on me.' 'Cover yourself sir ' she demanded. 'It's most unseemly.' 'Ah the lady is Temperance indeed ' the brute murmured huskily.