Mr. Richards stepped to the podium. "All right, folks. Get to your seats. We're going to start with the short term sales. All bids on these niggers ar... for a day. After that we'll move on to longer terms. We'll start in ten minutes."The white folks continued to take their seats. Shanika again felt a knot in her stomach. She had just spent a couple of hours naked in the hot sun, her private parts on display to these white strangers, many of whom talked about her and her body amongst themselves. It was still early, and the wine that she had drunk made her feel a little giddy but not at all sleepy. If Nick had drank anything, it wasn’t very much. It may be that her subconscious was working on her, too. She had been working her way around to deciding to sleep with Joe Farrar that night. She was not at all virginal, but it had been a while since she had a man, and she’d been masturbating every night for a week thinking about Joe. Now he was out of the picture for tonight, maybe forever. Eventually I ended up in the mess hall and ate some breakfast, shared with a couple of humans and a Krell, the Borealans were all grouped around one table again, shunning the other species and being antisocial. Why were they even here? They didn’t even seem to want to learn or interact with anyone else. After some time Raz emerged and joined them, her hair looked wet, she must have showered or taken a swim in the gym, and she was sporting her blue jumpsuit again, it seemed that no matter where. Before long he got her to stand, turned her round and lifted her skirt to her waist, removed her knickers, bent her over the washbasin and slid into her from behind. Apparently he didn't last long, but had reached round to play with her clit as he fucked her, so she said she got off nicely if not as hard as she would have liked. They went back to their seats and continued chatting, and he kept slipping his hand under her skirt to play with her. He also tried to get her to flash any men who.