A trail of lingerie and jewellery led across the bedroom floor to where she now lay. Pulling aside the sheets she stretched and moaned. In the mirror ...bove the bed she enjoyed the view of her own naked body. She was proud that at 50 she had the toned curvaceous figure of a woman half her age and the libido to match. She thought about last night, the sexy chauffeur. Suddenly she remembered. Reaching to the bedside cabinet she picked up her cell phone and found a business card. Peaches Bonadora. The Crown has a book called a Bible that they wrote and own the copyright to that says their God gave all of us to the Crown as chattel property. Now that’s compelling evidence isn’t it? My book I wrote says my god gave everything of yours to me. It is for this reason that the Crown wants to have everything you own and even your c***dren and it is obvious by the machinations of the Crown that they don’t want you to have anything but debts. This is called debt peonage slavery and is a crime. "I know you haven't fully accepted your situation," Terry went on in a matter of fact tone. "That will come with time. However, I do feel we've made some great progress today. Now eat your food before it gets cold.I grimly put my fork into the salad in front of me and took a bite. Its taste was unappealing to me, just like my current situation. Well, at least now it was. Why was it that there were times when I was accepting my current situation? It wasn't like I was happy about it, but I was. "Leave that to me," was all Freya replied.Nervously I followed the other women out of one marquee and into anotherlarger one. In the centre was rail upon rail of costumes. At the far end ofthe marquee was a line of lockers and on each side a line of screened oflarge changing cubicles.We were then made to line up, and one at a time the stern-looking woman wentdown the line, looking at each of us in turn, scribbling notes down on a padthen handing us the sheet. I could feel my heart racing when.