. I killed a man – Sally's bondsman. It was a fair fight – he had a white knife, but he was a..."He sighed, not really knowing how to explain."A b...ndsman?" Tabatha asked. "Was he a Slaver?"Barley looked at the blue-eyed brunette more intensely. He nodded tersely, again feeling the adrenaline rush as he remembered the short, fierce fight."There are no slaves here," Tabatha said quietly, but with conviction."What will happen to me?" Barley asked, hoping he could trust what she said."You can. Since we were both Business majors it was inevitable that we would end up in a lot of the same classes together. We were in close proximity so often that it made no sense to try and avoid her, but even so all I did was nod a hello in passing.Between my job and settling in at school I had little time to date during those first couple of weeks, but as things settled down I started looking around. There were quite a few girls that I had known in high school and a few of them were like me in that. Dawn watched as Tara's hand slowly went from Willows stomach down to her crotch. She rubbed her through her panties and it was obvious Willow was becoming more turned on by this. Then, slowly, Tara's fingers slid underneath Willow's panties.Dawn's hand, almost involuntarily, moved lower as well. In the past she had occasionally touched herself and fantasized about boys and even sometimes about other girls that she had found attractive. She reached under her skirt and started rubbing her crotch. William sort of half led, half dragged me to a door, there was a huge guy standing outside, he nodded to William and opened the door for us. You could only say that inside was plush in a sad way with deep red velvet drapes and gold trim, whoever had done the decoration had had a style bypass. Three men stood around the room and Jarrod sat behind a huge dark wood desk that you could park cars on. A monitor on the desk flipped through different views from cameras set about the club, for two.