Dry, she dressed in the same jeans and another top. She went downstairs to see what was happening.“Mister is taking Val to Sunday school,” Mrs. Gr...nt told her. “He’ll be back soon, and I’ll be leaving soon after. Do you want waffles for breakfast?”“Please.” The clock showed after ten. She must have had twelve hours of sleep or more. “I don’t know how long I slept.”“Well, you left Val about eight. What you did afterwards is none of my business.” Since Mrs. Grant made the bed, she probably would. Freedom. And all it takes is to be the champion of a single season. However, your owner may be a bigger obstacle than any opponent.You have been sold to one of the most infamous owners in interspecies battle history. Your mistress, a cruel and cunning gardevoir named Verda, has made it clear none will ever earn their freedom under her reign. She has had competitors try and a few come close to succeeding, only to be resoundingly defeated. Season after season, year after year, no one escapes. I hadn't seen or heard from him for over five years. He got my telephone number from a guy we both knew at Lenmore. Steve told me he he was a salesman for a pharmaceutical company. He lived in Cincinnati, but he traveled a lot. The following week he was going to be in Charlotte for a few days and asked if he could drive over to Chapel Hill and take me to dinner. We were close friends in college. I wanted to see him again, so I agreed to meet him for dinner." Ginger looked at Scotty and sighed.. ” I wondered what they would dare me to do. I didn't want to be a chicken though, not in front of them. Nervously I took another drink but didn't say no as the pipe was passed back my way. I took a deep drag and coughed it out this time. Gwen handed me some water and let her fingertips glide across the small of my back. It was meant to be comforting, and it was a lot more than comforting. Her eyes were smoldering when she looked back. I don't know what she saw in me, but she didn't look away..