I want to ask you a favor. If you say no, that’s okay. But I need you to promise you won’t say anything to Emily or Greg. Not anyone, not ever, or...I swear I will castrate you.”I will have to say the look Beth gave me was a bit intimidating. “Sure, Beth, not a problem.” Keeping secrets from Emily would not be hard. She hardly acknowledged my existence anyway. As far as Greg went, best friend or not, he was not privileged with everything in my life.Beth licked her lips and looked down at her. We both seemed to hit it off professionally and personally and we had an easy banter with each other. Lucy talked about a group of art friends that got together to do life drawing at her studio and suggested I join them to” broaden my artistic levels” as she put it. But my work was primarily 3 –d and I had limited interest in drawing or painting. She asked if I had ever modeled for life classes in college as so many art students had done. She had modeled herself in college she told me and found. Prepare the women for parade, take them to their sale posts, make them ready for the auction, package for despatch. Alexander helped. Well, he thought he helped. Like in the bar. She snorted at the thought of it. For him, helping in the bar meant drinking with the customers. It was the same here.The women were quiet when she came into the hall in the middle of the cells. They had been cowed by the last week of mistreatment. Even the six newcomers had learned quickly that obedience was the best. .. please come in," Roberta said. She brought the woman into the living room to see me."Ahh hello Angela! So nice to see you, again. How have you been?" I asked the woman visitor."Ohh, Master! It's just been awful! Mark and I have split up and I don't know what I'm going to do!" she said, stepping into my arms as I held her sobbing on my shoulder."Oh dear! Come sit down and tell me what happened." I looked at Roberta, "Bring us all a glass of wine, won't you?" I told her."So is she your.