My female genitalia were fully exposed, no longer hidden bythe small patch of hair. Under my arms felt tender.They left us alone the rest of that day....The other slaves even laughedat our discomfort, but I knew that their turns would soon come and itwould be our turn to laugh. I gathered that they had been immediatelyput to work on some training. The group of women who were to be farmworkers were dirty and tired out by the sun. They had been chained tiedto a long rope and taken outside the. ” Nisha pointed. “Hi, you’re pretty. Fuck, are they all pretty? Shame we’re wasted on Will, huh?”“What? No! He was sweet and funny.” Adelaide defended.“Yeah, I remember him being those things too.” Jess disagreed. “Nisha really wants food.”“Can you put mozza sticks into a poutine?” She asked.“Like, instead of the fries?” Adelaide asked.“Um, well, no, along with them.” Nisha said. “Gravy’s really good on mozza sticks and I’m craving fries.”“Don’t worry, she’ll have a heart attack real soon and. “I’ve interrupted their motor synapses,” he said. “They can still see and hear, though.”“Shit,” I groaned. They’d remember his voice, and those words.“I can try something,” he said. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about.“Get the key to the cuffs and we’ll talk about it,” I said. “Hurry. Somebody might see us.”There was a key on a ring on number two’s service belt. Bobby fumbled with it, not knowing how the lock worked, but I told him to turn it both ways and I was out. Neither of us thought. I can offer you whisky, gin, wine or just tea or coffee — whatever you would like.”“I would love a glass of white wine, Uncle Will,” she said, “but please don’t go to any trouble.”“It’s no trouble at all. Make yourself comfortable and I will get a bottle and a glass from the kitchen.”When I came back a minute or two later she was sitting on the settee where I had been. I went to sit in an armchair opposite her but she patted the seat beside her and smiled invitingly.“Turn the lights down low.