‘Ah, more fine cuisine…’ Henriette smiled sardonically, refusing the first offer. I picked a few grapes from the bowl, waiting to see if Henriet...e would try to persuade my father to give up his idea of hiring Mr. Stanley as my professional manager. ‘Really, I think he’s almost completely swayed me in his direction,’ Dad was saying. ‘He has some excellent ideas on crafting the perfect image for Liv. And Anna will be traveling with her for at least the first year, so I’m confident that all will. I will not say this again. The next infraction, I will sell all four of you back to the slave pen where I found you. Now get to your rooms – and do not show the non-believer your womanly flesh or today might be your final day breathing."The four girls covered as much of their breasts as they could – all for Joy and Elizabeth and not much for Regan and Ruth – and scampered down the hallways to their rooms. Andy's gaze caught the waiter, who had given up any pretense of clearing the dishes. He. I let her seek me out, as she wished, and at the time I don't think she was seeing any of her other male concubines. I found she was writing a book of her strife as a woman trying to make it in a man's world. I just envisioned her reaching a point of sexual need she could not satisfy herself and calling on me, usually at the plant, by asking me out for a drink, or over to her apartment. After the first time we never met at my place, always hers, or the one weekend we spent on a lake in the. I ran scenarios through my head about what could have happened. Was he hurt? Had he been in an accident? Was he so angry that we were finished? Had he gone to the arms of another woman? My heart ached. My head swam. At 1:00am, I turned off the lights and went to bed. I stripped out of my clothes, and put on his bathrobe. I could smell him in it. It was a comfort, but made me sad at the same time. Would I get to hold him again? Would I feel his tender touch on my skin? Would I feel his lips on.