With that her husband groans loudly and rolls off, from his position on top of her. She quickly pulls down her nightdress and rolls over and closes h...r eye, still pushing the images of Travis from her mind, “No,” she thinks “I have to be up early in the morning to run my husband to the airport, so he can go help the world, I needs to go to sleep. “ “Well, when is your flight being moved too?” she shakes her head and wonders how this day could get any worse. “Charles, the auction is tomorrow. We still had to work on the targeting but as it stood, if we could see it, we could hit it and if we could hit it, it was toast.SPRING and summer- 1976Our hospital visits resumed upon our return and our first manufacturing facility began the hiring process. It would be located on the same property as our new home and would produce a personal computer unheard of in this time. We decided to go for broke and produce a PC equivalent to a P5 in speed.It would be loaded with our operating system. My legs gave way and I squealed in agony as what must have been a canewhistled through the air and whipped across my arse like barbed wirelaced with salt. The guards wrestled me back onto my feet just in timefor the second lash to connect. CRACK. My knees faltered but before Icould drop the guards held me up into the air, my legs dangling uselesslyas multiple lashes assailed my tortured rump. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK CRACKCRACK. The last thing I remembered hearing before I passed out from painwas my. Miss Kitty turned up the slave’s chin with one fingernail so the girl looked her in the eye. “What does your collar say girl?” The slaves deep blue eyes were wide. She was nervous and aroused. “Fuck me.” Miss Kitty smiled and slapped the girl hard across her upturned buttocks making the girl wince and totter forwards. “Say it again.” The slave bit her lower lip, a gleam of defiance dancing in her eyes. “FUCK me!” she said, slowly and firmly. Miss Kitty grasped the girl by her shining.