Had anybody else survived? And if so, where would they be? Toledo was a well-built Portuguese, in his early thirties, with black hair and a short bea...d. His face was not yet wrinkled, but showed that a good part of his life had been spent under tropical climates. He had embarked in Lisbon to serve as doctor and chronicler of the trip. The caravel was bound to Africa, where it would embark slaves to sell in Brazil, there it would be loaded with tropical products and return to Portugal. The. I introduce myself and she replies ‘Shauna’ and invites me for coffee in the small café in the library.I accept but only if I buy the coffee, ok she replies. I tell her I’m a travelling rep for a pharmaceutical company and how my job and my lovers is the main reason for him leaving me.I start working on her, I go for more coffee and while I’m at the counter two buttons open on my top revealing my red lace bra which is filled to over flowing with the my milk white boobs, always a good idea to. I could see quite a bit ofmoney shoved in to their panties, or hanging over theirg strings.Later, the first contestant came out, she was not verygood, but she tried. She took off her skirt, then herblouse. When it came time for the bra to come off, shealmost fell down. Then she just danced until the lastfew seconds of her time before she took off her panties.She got a nice quiet applause.The second contestant was much better, right up untilthe end, when she took off her panties, she got. I would have said lover except what passed between us at nights waslittle different than the sexual assaults forced on me by the guards.'Staring truth in the eye and accepting it is the only way out of here.Besides, 'it' is here forever while we have the means and the will to escape- if you can accept and deal with the truth. And the truth is that you needto prepare yourself for your upcoming ordeal with the Count.'I sighed mentally and shifted my mindset. It was becoming easier and easierto.