"There are no authorities here, only the prisoners. I am a prisoner," said Kate, "We regulate our own society and it may seem odd to you how we do it,...but it keeps us alive, just. I can think of no way of treating you other than as a normal prisoner. I'll bend the rules as far as I can to see that you get a decent owner, but even that may not be possible." Owner?" asked Jacqui in astonishment."Owner," asserted Kate, "Every woman on Csadia is owned by a male prisoner, without exception. Every. Most of the time, I was only too happy to oblige. Other times I'd find her chatting away on the phone, lying on our bed, having what she called "abso-fucking-lutely delicious" phone sex with some lucky guy that she insisted enjoyed it too, but only "for kicks from afar, so don't go jealous on me, lover."Then the right play came along and Carla dove into it with a dedication that I hadn't seen in her in sometime. Carla wore very little to these rehearsals -- a loose blouse tied carelessly at the. This may be an opportunity to start a new life, it’s far too early to know, but I somehow, I…I have a feeling about this.’ Susan smiled at him ‘If the new life takes you away from that Pass I’m all for it’ she said kissing him. Susan had phoned her home and told them of their coming to see them. So on a bright June afternoon, the carriage they were in drew up outside the vicarage. David looked at the granite-blocked house that was obviously very old, with some degree off trepidation. How. Irritated, he flicked the playing card across the room; it hit the top hat standing on the pile of superhero comics on his desk and disturbed the small switch on the brim. With an audible ?sproing? a bunch of artificial flowers sprang up and stood quivering. ?Oh shit,? said Gregg to no one in particular and headed off to find himself a beer by way of consolation.+++++ +++++ +++++A week later, he was still feeling glum about the evening and its outcome – or lack of it. He was down near the.