Many of the elitists who were alone left with a slave in tow. One of the most interesting was a man I recognized from some social situations. His name...is Keith?I can never remember last names too well. I knew he had a loving wife back at home so it surprised me when he walked out with a male slave in tow, beaming like a child after opening a Christmas present. I never picked him to have the secret life on playing both teams, but then I doubt most of the people who knew me would expect me to. This is the extent of his capabilities. I removed his motor functions. He is more like a plant than the animal he used to be. I consider this an improvement."She had acted as soon as our attack began. It explained a lot about their seeming confusion and lack of direction during the fighting.We found Kraal captives numbering in the tens of thousands. Some of them had been held for over fifty years. That was about the limit of a beings life expectancy, once captured by the Kraal. Most died long. A full height storage unit took up one side of the hall between the lounge room and the kitchen. It was where he kept his CDs and videos and all the other functionally untidy things. On its floor were stacked the dailies and weeklies that formed stalagmites in my own living room. I never saw him read them.I shouldn't poke about, I knew. It was more than bad manners. The urge, though, was too strong. I might discover, folded up and sealed with a handful of mothballs and left on an upper shelf,. I undressed laying my things on the bench there by the door. I quick look in the mirror and I made my way to the rear of the house. The seems of my robe flares at my sides as I cut through the house, not bothering to make use of the belt. Voices out back pinpointing direction. Off to the side is Ben at his grill, his manly butt exposed with his Kiss the cook apron separating him from the grills heat and splatter. Although a chill in the air Betty looks quite comfortable sitting back in the.