"She couldn't bare to live like that unloved, so The Goddess took her," she explained to the two confused men."We have got the woman. Good work," came...a voice in Sapha's head."Who said that?" she asked of the two men who both looked confused at her question."Sister, is The Goddess talking to you?" Vincent asked."Possibly, I don't know," she admitted."The Goddess favours you, Sister. I have never seen such as I have tonight. Should we continue?" he enquired unsure."Yes," Sapha insisted. "But we. She loved the mall, but she had no cash to shop there. All her money was tied up in student loans. Law Enforcement Degree my ass... They hire people straight out of high school because they are men with huge muscles and ignore us women who actually have a degree.Either way, she was actually happy where she was. The older man and woman who ran the little shop were extremely nice to her. The store was decked out like one of those goth/gag stores where there were beer bongs, board games,. All of it full of what at times seems like a paradox stacked atop another paradox. Does that even make any sense?I was brought out of this whirlwind of thought by a very rough kiss from a very soft pair of lips. My eyes focused to see my little virgin slave girl, speaking to me.It took a few seconds to actually hear her."Thank you, Sir! Thank you for giving me that. Only one cherry left, and that one is yours too, Sir." You don't feel pressured by that do you, Princess?" No Sir, I never did. She was neither hysterical nor stupid, like Hogun and all the other men claimed woman would be. The women’s bathroom of the Grey Lines space bus terminal became our secret lair and she learned quickly. She was not as enduring and strong but what she lacked there she more than compensated with speed and agility. She could flex and bend her body in ways that made me hurt just looking. Equally she was my teacher and I learned to cross my legs, bat my eyes, walk the way she wanted me too and use my.