He consumed her in ways she had never dreamed or expected that a man could. She was eating from his hand, begging him to cum constantly and she no lon...er thought about her freedom, she no longer wished to be free. She was obsessed with him, craned her neck from the moment he left until he would return to hear the rev of his bike, the sound of his boots on the gravel outside. She craved him, longed for him, and loved him. “What are you?” he asked her one morning, after she’d eaten dry bread from. Jane stared at his back and thought about never seeing Adrian again. She could barely breathe. She had to do something. Anything. She had to get him back. She ran forward and wrapped her arms around his torso and sobbed into his back. "Ady, don't you love me anymore? Are you seeing someone else? Why can’t we be in each other’s life? Please Ady, don’t send me away. I can’t stand it." She stopped and breathed deep. "I would pine away without you." He didn’t reply, just breathed deeply.. All we have to do is to offer the opportunity. I can even see the advent of female bodyguards. Many things are possible if we are willing to take the chance!" OK, I agree with you. The good thing is that we have plenty of time to set it up. Where should we start?" Let's start with the reading and writing. Put out the word that we want to hire a freedman scribe. I can guess that a freedman would come a lot cheaper than a slave scribe. We have time to try that, anyway. I will interview the men. There's something very wrong, and everyone can tell. It's impacting your ability to cope, and we need you alert. So please. Tell me. Is it Duncan? Or something back in your world? I won't tell everyone, I promise."I examined his face, seeing only worry for me there. I thought back to being so exhausted I was forced to ride the cart. I sighed."I'm afraid to sleep alone." What? Do you normally share a bed with someone at home? I had understood you to be unmarried." I'm not married. It's not a.