Christine never entered her mind again.Martin, however, looked out the airliner window as the African coastline disappeared and thought of little else... He knew he would never be able to forgive himself for deserting the poor woman, so frightened, so defenseless. Her screams would haunt him to the end of his days. He wondered about her fate.Christine would spend the rest of her life creating babies for the Mabuka. Twenty-five years old when deserted by Renee and Martin, she would die at. .. us?" Not yet, Slave-Mommy. But she will soon enough. When I get home we'll all sit down and talk about it, okay?" She's coming, right? What, uh ... How do we act ... Mistress?" My dad was a little nervous, I thought, and that was cute."Act natural," I laughed. "She's still your daughter-in-law." Yeah, but ... Okay," he finally agreed, but Dad was still trying to understand the rules."Are you making dinner, Mom?" I asked, letting her know we could end our little long-distance scene."Yeah, uh. “Oh yeah? So what else do you know?” She asked with a smile.“I know you’re looking for trouble, and that you’re purposefully ignoring the guy in the corner who’s watching you. So, either you want some trouble, or you’re trying to avoid some with him. Seeing this, I’m thinking he’s either stalker or jealous husband.” I said coolly, looking down at her ring and then motioning to the guy in the corner, who was now staring at us intently.“You’re good. Really close.” She replied, impressed.“So, you. I unplugged mine and lay at her side. We enjoyed few days by filling mine in to her. I didn’t give any anti pregnancy pills to her. Bcoz smooched oz after the periods the following few days were safe.My vocation completed. The last day of vocation, my parents discussed with me about my sister’s marriage. I told to them that they have to wait for few months and I would brought nice groom. My parents were happier. My sister asked to me about her marriage bcoz she didn’t want loose me. I consoled.