It was called going to market as they were not seen again in most cases. They were not going shopping. The slaves that were old, infirm, disabled, ill...or unneeded were taken off to market to be sold. Sometimes, as in Druesha’s case, they are just being taken to another of the Lord’s holdings. But every one knew if the Overseer came for you, you would not be returning to the Hill. Therefore, Gregor was rightfully dismayed when the Overseer came for him the last Monday of that month. Gregor was. “Look, man. You know how I've always had the hots for Michelle, right? Especially for her tight little ass. We had ourselves a bet the other day. I told her a friendship with an ex-lover was a bad idea and that you wouldn't be able to resist her under given circumstances.”You pause to savor my incredulous face, before resuming the story: “Getting you drunk first was her idea. She was absolutely sure you wouldn't fall for it. Just for the record, though: she didn't think she'd be that easy to. I told him to go for a walk around and have a look at the rest of it he liked while I fixed myself a drink. Good, I thought, while he is out of the room I can get stage 2 organised. Off he headed with that piece of string between his perfectly moulded arse cheeks and was back in a matter of minutes with a huge smile on his face. He said it was really neat that I had my own spa and sauna and that my bedroom was huge. I simply shrugged it off as the privileges of owning a big hotel. What vision. ’ ‘I’m Kaiser Mattanthas, you’re Paige d’Lephant, currently a feature writer for the newspaper.’ ‘Correct, and I know nothing about you!’ ‘Correct.’ ‘So, what do you want me to know?’ I smiled. ‘What do you want to know?’ he countered, quirking an eyebrow. Oh God. He’s going to be difficult! ‘Vital statistics, job information, you know. The usual.’ ‘Oh really? Vital statistics are usual information?’ I snorted at his facetiousness. ‘Okay then. I’m twenty eight. I’m six-one, just under three.