Eventually she had to let the group go and the practice ended. Olivia turned to walk back to the gym and never looked in our direction.I said, “Wow... Olivia is pretty pissed at me.”Cherry said, “No, not really. Why do you think that?”I asked, “Are you kidding me? Did you see the way she’s been looking at me?! If she had actual daggers for eyes, I’d be a bloody murder victim right now! That girl hates me…”She said, “She doesn’t ‘hate’ you. She’s not happy about me not knowing for a moment. " A brothel?" Exactly." So we are to be sex slaves?" That's about it." This is crazy," said Fiona. "The whole thing is crazy! We were raped by the policemen who we flagged down for assistance. We were abused by the policewoman who was on duty in the sherif's office. We have been subjected to a ridiculous travesty of a 'trial'—I'm no lawyer but Judge Jensen's court and its proceedings was a mockery—sentenced to an elastic period of slave-labor in what turns out to be a glorified bawdy-house run. In three or four years Patrick may explain it." I think he was blessed by a holy man," Weena said. "And he will come tonight to be exposed to one of the mysteries."At dusk we drove to the band's camp. There was a large fire and I could see that the whole calf was already roasting. Two men were playing djeridoos. The lubras were putting baskets of yabbies near the pyre. There were more folks than there had been in Riverton. A very large gin in a gaudily-flowered dress ran over and hugged. With that in mind, itwas actually pretty obvious what Lonna needed to do."Sorry," she declared, without the slightest hint of guilt in hervoice, "but I'm going to have to turn you down. I want to have aprivate talk with the heroine before breakfast. How about you lead methere, and we'll head to the countess together after a little chat?"Lonna had no reason for going against the countess. She had plenty ofreason to follow the countess, actually. Whether it was to meet up withMelissa, to avoid.