She smiled to herself, watching his face change in expression when she added a little extra pressure across his hardened erection. Luke reached over a...d caught her by surprise as his hands cupped her face and dragged her down to his lips. She was glad she had given in to his pursuing; she really did like him, it was time she started to take chances with people... Moria stood there staring straight into the face of the man who had broken her heart into a million pieces six years ago. The ring on. This gives a clear indication of my role and status in life. Below that come the craftswomen. They are all free either through birth or through being given their freedom but can be recalled to their slavery. They always use the title Ms. At the bottom are the slaves who have no title and are just called by their first names or if they are misbehaving by some cruder term such as ‘slut’ or ‘whore’. Magda is in a sort of transition stage where she is technically still a slave and could be recalled. No harm, no foul. No one would be the wiser.Except there was a knocking on my door a few minutes later. And then more knocking. I went to the door to see who it was. Through the peep hole, I saw the face of what appeared to be a very large black guy. Holy fuck, what did he want?Again, more knocking. And then words."I saw you outside and unless you want me yelling at the whole apartment complex, you better open up," he said in a deep, baritone voice.Shit, was this really happening? There I was,. I'm losing my ass." He put another five-dollar chip on the table. "What brings you down here?" He gave me an evil smile. "Pity you're in Reno and too young to gamble, eh?"I laughed lightly. "You gotta take the bad with the good. But anyway, I wanted to borrow the car," I told him. "I need to talk to Tracy."He turned serious. "You don't think she's telling everything she knows, do you?" I'm not sure," I said. "I don't think she's lying about anything but I just wanted to be able to talk to her.