The prospect of being sold to either the French or the British settlements in the north was tantamount to a death sentence simply because of the lopsi...ed ratio of men to women and that she would be required to service at least twenty needy males on a nightly basis just to meet the minimal requirements of after-hours nocturnal duties. Most of the slave women sent to those settlements didn’t last long because they were physically and mentally exhausted in just a few short years.They had started. I was trying to keep my excitementdown, being so wonderfully exposed, but my tight briefs were strainingto hold my semi-erect joystick down. I looked at my slim, shaved legs,sticking down from under the hem of the gown and made myself look awayso not to become more excited. Looking at some medical charts on thewalls distracted me for a while, until a nock on the door made me jump."Come in," I said in a breaking voice.The door opened, and in walked a doctor - a beautiful woman in her. "Would you like me to explain a bit Mrs. Carter?"She nodded. Then added. "What do I have to do to get out of here? I don't have much money."I shushed her up. "No of course you don't have much money. At least not until you and that lying Bitch lawyer of yours take your husband to the cleaners you don't. Once you rob him blind you'll have lots of money won't you?"She started to plead innocent - but I once again cut her off. "I don't care Joyce. May I call you Joyce?" A laughable query. Here I. Didn’t he have a TV? Hasn’t he heard of Thor? Son of Odin and Prince of Asgard? It wasn’t a Religion, it was a damn Fact. Asgard was out there. Somehow in another Dimension bounded with an unknown force Thor called Yggdrasil. Reed had tried to explain it to her but it was one thing to be clever but another thing to follow the smartest Men on this Planet if he talked about Meta-Physics, Quantum Realities and multiple Dimensions. Many of the Scientists in this Room seemed to be exactly in line.