At stroke twenty-three slave wanda called out, “Please, Mistress Matilda, I can’t stand any more.” Another stroke landed and slave wanda cried, ...��I’m sorry, Master Thomas. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”Mistress Matilda stopped and lowered the paddle to her side. “Roll her over with the others and rub some pain relief and antiseptic on her ass,” she said as she handed the paddle to the staff woman.She took a thin cane from the staff woman and then walked over to the one slave still standing on. "Dad, can I sit up front with Angel?" He said with a hopeful look. Bryan called me dad again! "Do you mind Angel?" I asked the limo driver. "I would love the company, you can sit shotgun up front with me Chico." Angel beamed as he backed out of the way so Bryan could climb out of the back. Angel said with a smile as he closed the door sealing me in the back. I swore I saw him adjust something big running down inside his pant leg again. The glass privacy divider was up but I could see the top of. The document was a transcribed interview with an agent, though the identity of the person being interviewed was either redacted or never mentioned in the first place. As he read through the questions and answers, he got more and more uneasy.According to the interviewee, several US agencies conspired to sell weapons and munitions to the insurgents in exchange for easily liquidated cultural icons, art, jewels, and gold. The booty was being smuggled out on MAC, Military Airlift Command flights. They turned to look at me. I wrapped my arms around my chest in a shivering position, and started rubbing my arms in attempt to retain some form of warmth. I walked toward the pool filled with six girls in one piece swimsuits (two in white, four in black), and three naked guys playing around in the water before Ms. Bowler arrived. I was about to jump in when I felt a stern tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Elana in a white swimsuit behind me, ‘I know you’re new, but we have a rule.