.. I was..."The woman collapsed in a heap crying. As the overseer raised his whip the Emir signalled to the auctioneer."What is this slave's indenture...number?" he asked."Alas, Master, not all the slaves in Tirfil were marked with numbers," said the auctioneer, suddenly frightened by the Emir's interest in this woman."I think you will find that is not true," said the Emir affably, "Any captives with no numbers were ordered not to be sold before their identities were established. How many more do. There wasn't any orange smoke or flashing lights, but there may as well have been. The effect was the same.The bar noise toned down. All eyes were on this new girl. Everyone she passed gave her a hug or a pat on the back. It kind of reminded me of an old western movie when someone special comes through the bat-wing doors and saunters up to the bar. Who knew the Old West was alive in a two-bit girl bar in Oregon? The bartender told me the girl's name was Dani and everyone here thought something. “Yuck, this tastes of suntan oil and spunk, what have you been up to?”Becki abandoned the pillow and cuddled Faye as she had since before puberty, wrapping her legs around Faye's and humping her hip bone, whilst giving a full account of the mk2 masturbator she Molly and Gemma had enjoyed on the train and at the seaside. After Becki described the delicious sensations the mk2 made simultaneously in her nipples and clit, she swung her legs around to be fully interlocked with Faye. Faye slipped a. .. When we were in that control room, I looked for a radiation display. If what I found was it, then it was reading well within the safe range. Besides, we're immune, remember?" Yeah," Jonathan replied, sounding a little worried. "But the baby might not be."They sat drinking their coffee as it cooled. The only anxiety they felt was from finding themselves in what was obviously a very large space ship that contained lots of supplies – they could live up here for years and years – but absolutely.