Marjory next called Grace Robertson. Once again, she was at her lodgings in Liverpool. "Hello? Who is calling?" Marjory Phelan here, Grace, calling fr...m Rehome Colony. Have you heard of me at all?" No. Should I have?" It could be important, seeing I am one of Derek's girls." Damn!" said Grace. "I hoped he was having me on, to tease me; the bugger." There are three of us, Grace. I am sixteen and a half, Gemma is eighteen – at the same University as you – and you are studying nursing, I am told.. She had been teetering on resigning for weeks. Leave the world to its own devices and concentrate on her own damaged life. Her marriage had suffered greatly. It was still hanging on, more due to Byron, her husband. Infinitely patient, he would tolerate her necessary absences and sooth her when things went sour. Lately, she had been less than cordial with him. The weight of the job and its seemingly endless problems made her cranky and Byron was forced to absorb it. When did the job become more. "Get into the tub, James. Slide in until all of you is under except your head." I was more than a bit puzzled about this use of my given name instead of 'slave', but had little time to ponder it. Mistress Monique slipped a pair of rubber gloves over her vinyl ones,and the bright yellow stood out from the black insanely. She grabbed a wash sponge, and started to scour my softening skin with it. I could feel what was happening, even if I couldn't see it. That wasn't soap in the water, it. “Well, yes, but not entirely by my choice. However, it’s not the same with him. Dad told me he wants me to get pregnant with his baby, but I’m not really anxious for that.” Ann was oblivious to what she was admitting to Natalie. She didn’t understand the ramifications of her babbling. Natalie wasn’t stupid, though, and recognized the dangers of the situation.Ann wrapped her arm around Will’s neck and leaned down to kiss him as his hand enveloped her waist. Natalie could hardly believe.