“They’re throwing you in the deep end. Still, be good experience, get your feet wet, give it your best shot.”The prosecutor told me the same thi...g. “No deals on this one, we’re going all the way,” he said when I approached him about a plea bargain. “It’s tight, and he’s going to take the long walk. Do what you have to do, but you’re going to take your lumps.”I should have done what he said. God, I wish, I wish I’d done what he said. Just sloughed it off and moved on. Sure, even the guilty are. He even prolongs contact and suckson my ass hole. Charlie can not get enough of worshipping me! I couldnever count the time that out of the clear blue he drops to his knees bows down and kisses my feet, calls me Goddess, and confesses his love for me. I do not remember the last time I did any care things for me. You know like bathing, nail trimming, hair washing, trimming, :). Hedoes it all for me. He cooks, cleans, does laundry. On his cleaningdays he walks around the hous with my panties in. When Howard had left her she had cried her eyes out for a long time, the shock of being sold finally penetrating her. She also felt shame at her actions. Just like when she was raped, she really hadn’t fought. She had passively allowed the men to take her to the ship and slavery. Maybe deep down that was what she wanted; maybe she wanted to be a slavegirl.No! No! She wasn’t a slavegirl. She was a mother. She was a wife. She was a daughter. She wanted to get back to her son and husband and. ”“Yes?”“I think I’m going to want sexy clothes before the next class. Where can I buy them?”“First, you apply to the guild with no understanding of what’s involved. Now you don’t even have clothes for your job.”“That’s not fair. One of the girls in my class, Samantha Oliver, didn’t have clothes at all. Artisan Eslinger didn’t seem bothered; she told the girl to draw clothes from stores.”“You cannot mean to imply that the guild should clothe you.” While Samantha’s situation clearly had been an.