We'll start at 7 or so."Trisha smiled. "I think that'll be fine." She thought for a moment."And I think that I'll go drop in on Jubal Cates. Emma's...working forhim, and I want to see how she's doing. Of course, if I just happen totell him about tonight - he just might happen to show up." The more the merrier," the Judge said with a chuckle.* * * * *Flora sat on her cot, staring at the bars of her cell and at the brickwall beyond it. As she did, Carl's words - his question - keptrepeating. You see, the thing is, I am something of a masochist. I like pain. Now, I'm not into the hardcore stuff like taking jumper cables to the sack or being stomped on by stiletto heels. I just like the light stuff, maybe some smacking around, hair pulling, and some of that. I might even be able to be talked into being whipped. I won't be tied though. The desperate urge to be able to defend myself should (God forbid) halfway through my bondage session, my mistress decides she didn't like the fact. His wife had died and his kids were grown-up and on their own. He was really good to mom and made her happy. Mom had asked me what I thought. I told her as long as he didn't come between us and made her happy, I had no problem with it.They were married a couple of months later. Henry was good to me and treated me like you would a granddaughter. He never adopted me which was fine. The main thing is he was there for my mom. I was really happy for her. Our lives went along fine.My Aunt Bess, mom's. At one point I tripped over my barrow and fell, and it took me a while to get up again. An SS man dashed over and ordered me to turn with the full load. He ran beside me, beating me constantly with a leather strap. When I got to the brook I was not allowed to dump out the heavy snow, but had to make a second complete round with it instead.When the guard finally went off and I tried to let go of the wheelbarrow, I found that one of my hands was frozen fast to it. I had to blow on it with warm.