If this Stephen guy showed up, they would be able to arrest him. Anna ate what was left in the fridge from the day before for lunch but she had to pre...are herself a meal for dinner. She was half expecting Chris or Mrs. Sanders to come home but she knew neither of them would come. The next day she called Chris to apologize but had to listen to a recorded ‘The person you have called cannot be reached at the moment’ message each time she tried. She gave in and made an attempt to relax and enjoy. For now, in exchange for you giving me back my girls, I will open our market to you. If your slaves can pass muster, they will be allowed in my auctions. If you so desire, I will also introduce you to some customers that deal in volume and quality. I sell a very particular type of slave, and many have asked me to diversify. We can both benefit if we let this evening’s embarrassment go.”“That is an awful lot for two slaves.”“I feel bad that your men fell into my trap. Had I known you operated in. .. umm ... getting a divorce."He looked up, his eyebrows raised, but looking otherwise unfazed. "Oh yeah? Why? You guys never fight." Well, it has nothing to do with whether or not we get along, or have issues with each other. In fact, it doesn't have anything at all to do with Dad. It's because..." My stomach hitched, and for a few seconds, I thought I'd throw up on the table. "Because, I realize after years of hiding it from myself, that I'm a lesbian ... that I'm gay. I can't keep pretending. “Thanks honey, you’re so accommodating for our guests!”my wife congratulated me. Bill looked at me with adevious smile.“Yeah, thanks. This is a real firecracker of a wife yougot on your hands. The boys at the office are alwaystalking about her tits or ass,” he joked. “Stop it!” mywife said, again playfully reprimanding him.“Well, it’s true.” He said matter-of-factly.“But then I tell them all that she’s the boss’s.