.. what if Tisoch and Armand ofTellus decided she too was to be held as a slave forever, a true Kajira?They could claim that she had not paid for her ...ins sufficiently, shewas not remorseful enough for her crime of trying to kill another'sslave even though Armand wouldn't sell the worthless she-sleen to herfor the sake of justice... The nameless one had gone off, she noticed.Finished gloating at the lowly predicament of her betters, she presumed.Never mind, little one, she promised herself.. None ever occurred."Sarah pulled a folder from the stack and pointed to it. "His app shows 1998, but there is an incident that says he was involved in a gang shooting in '96. Another strange incident says that he was key to an arrest in 2000 when he was in San Diego, but the arrest was in Chicago. That would be a big deal, but he shows a capture on the same date in San Diego."After looking at the folder I told Sarah, "I called Ken up in personnel and he's going to work on it. Put together. I shrug as if this is a no brainer. Alex and Kristina are watching this interchange but are definitely reluctant to get involved in it. This is between us... br0ther and s!ster, deciding whether to cross that line, or maybe whether to cross that line with an audience. Hmmm. Before I can get my mind around that idea, Lauren speaks again."Do you want to eat me?" she asks.There it is. My decision. Do I want to eat my s!ster's pussy? Hell yes! Do I want to eat it in front of her friends? Will it be. Once you have one arrow in the red bulls’ eye... or two in the blue or closer... or three on the target, you run for the water and swim for the raft where the kayaks are tied up. You paddle as fast as you can for the dock at Uncle Walter’s cabin, tie your kayak up there and run back here on the beach.”She paused to look at each of us and then said, “Does everyone understand that?”“Yes, Mistress Tracey,” we answered in unison.In response she yelled, “GO!” and we each grabbed an arrow and tried.