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"Honey, are you there?" a voice calls out in the night. It is the voice of Natalie Portman, a 30 year old high class woman. She looks through the darkness of her bedroom and sees nothing but the moonlight shinning through her window. She gets up, and decides to walk downstairs in search of this mysterious man. "Honey?" she calls out, but hears nothing but the night wind. She walks toward, and once again, calls out that one lingering word, "Honey?", but yet again, no response. She goes back to her bed and falls asleep, only to be awoken 10 minutes later with a passionate kiss.

"I miss you, didyou dream about me?"he says. It is the voice of Timothy Portman, a 38 year old plantation owner from North Caolina. "Yes. I was worried sick. Where were you?" Natalie asks. "Don't start that crap now. I was away, and that's all you need to know." he snaps. "I wish you wouldn't act that way." she replies. "What can I say, it's a quarter to three in the morning, im tired, irritated, and all i wish to do is rest. Is that so much to ask from you woman?" "Sorry." as she says softly. "I know you are." They said no more to each other and went to bed.

The next morning, Natalie awoke, but did not see her husband lying next to her. She got dressed, and went outside to look for him. "It sure is a pretty day, isn't it madame?" one of the slaves said. "Yes it is, such a beautiful day. Um, have you seen my husband anywhere on the plantaion Gloria?" "No, not since nine a clock this mornin'." "Thank you Gloria, I really appreciate that." "No problem Mrs. Portamn. You have a blessed day!" Natalie went back into the house, sat in her rocking chair, and started finishing her dress that she was to wear to the theater later that night.

Six o'clock came, and her husband had yet to return. She waited, and waited, and waited, until six thirty when her husband walked through the room. "Let's go" he says. "Aren't you going to say hello, how are you, how was your day, anything? And where the hell have you been all day?" she yelled. "No, we're late, and please dont start that bull right now, im not in the mood, so do me a favor, shut the hell up, and get in the carriage. The play starts in twenty minutes, we're late" "And whose fault is that, I've been waiting for over a hour!" she says in a sharp and snappy manner. He slowly turns and lookes at her, with an expression of anger written all over his face. "Shut the hell up and get in the carriage!" he yells. She complies with his demands and gets in. All the way there, they said not one word to each other.

"They got to the theater and greeted many of their freinds. Natalie tried to put on a happy face. but could not conceal the sadness she had. They sat in their usuall seats, at the top of the balcony, where they could see everything. Natalie looks at her husband and notices red lipstick on his collar. "What is this?" she points to the red mark on his collar. "Nothing, I'm trying to enjoy spending time with you, considering thats all you complain about. And now that we're out, you're still complaining. This is the last time I will put up with your stupid questions, ok? So why dont you turn your pretty little head the other way, watch the play, and shut up" he says to her" she looked at him, startled by his rudeness, yet says nothing, but turns around and watches the play.

They rode back to the house, and like usual, not a word to each other. One could feel the tension between them. It was plain to see that these two weren't happy together. They got back to the house, but only Natalie got out. "Aren't you coming in?" she aked her husband. "No, im going to go out for awhile" he quickly responds. Then orders the driver to pull off, without a single goodbye.

"Yes...........yeah......harder baby, go harder" a woman moans into the darkness. "Oh yes, yes, yes right there, right there. Harder Tim, harder" she screams. "Nadia, I love you" Timothy says passionately. He then trust harder and harder, going deep into Nadia. "I love you too" she says, as she kisses his lips, and then slowly kisses his chest."Oh my God. Oh my God." Timothy yells, as he kisses her lips. Then he gets off of Nadia, then lays on the bed, with a grin on his face. Nadia rest her head on his chest, then asks "How much longer?" "how much longer until what baby?" he responds "How much longer do we have to live like this. I mean, you, sneaking in and out of your house, its tearing me apart." "I know, but it will all be worth it soon, i promise"

"The next day, Natalie walked around the plantaion, watching all the cotton pickers and slaves working. She thinks to herself that this is not the life sje wants. She goes inside her house, only to see he husband ordering on of the slaves to fetch his slippers. "Well, look who finally decided to show up" she says sarcastically" "Oh great, this again" he says, letting out a long sigh, followed by a yawn. "Look, im sorry about last night, its just been stressful for me these past couple of days" he says. "Couple of days, try a whole year of this mess Timothy, a year. I don't know how much longer i can put up with this crap" "Well then, I see its someones time of the month. I can't deal with it either Natalie. All the moaning, groaning, complaining. I try to be faithful, and a good husband, but I see you don't appreciate me"

"How can i appreciate you when all you do is yell. Do you love me anymore Timothy?" " If you would treat me better, i would treat you better" "Are you having an affair Timothy" "No Nadia, I'm not having an affair. I can't believe that you would even think that. Im outta here" he says, as he storms off. "where are you going, where the hell are you going!" she screams. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her. "Where the hell do you think you're going. Why don't you love. TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!!!!!!!!!" she screams. "Let me go" he yells. "Is it because i can't give birth?" "Get the hell away from me" he says. But she still continued to grab and tug and pull on him. "LET ME GO!!!!!" he yelled. "Tell me you love me" she crys" "STOP!!!" he screamed" They do this back and forth until he finally couldnt take it anymore, and slaps her. She falls on the floor, startled, with her hand on her face and disbelief. He then leaves the house.

He goes to a house, five blocks away from his house, and knocks on the door. Nadia answers the door. "sweetie, what are you doing here, its two in the morning? Did anyone see you? Are you crazy, my husbands in the room sleep, he will kill us if he wakes up and finds you out here" Nadia whispers." "i'm sorry, but i just couldn't take that crazy woman, I had to leave that house" "Why now though, at two in the morning? Why.........." she was interupted with a kiss. "Who is this?" a voice calls out. They look, only to see Nadia's husband standing with a shotgun in his left hand. "Cleatus go back to bed" she cries, but its too late. "It was you who constantly sneaks in and out of my house while i was at work" he says. "Baby, calm down, let's just......." "Shut up" he yells, interrupting her. "I don't want to hear it" "we can resolve this." Timothy says, trying to calm down. "You would like that, wouldn't you? I don't see it that way! It was you on my property, on my porch, and every other nigh, on my woman, and now you telling me what to do!" he yelled. He raisd dis gun at the both of them, Timothy rushes to get the gun out of his hands, when all of a sudden.....BOOM!

"Honey.........are you there?" Natalie says softly as she is awoken by the bright sunlight. She calls again. "Honey, are you there?" She puts on her robe and walks down stairs. She sees nothing but a set table. She looks outside to see if her husband was out there. She doesn't see him. So she stands, ever so stiff, stareing out the window.........and waits.

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