There was a woman standing on her porch, looking at me. “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” I asked “Yes, I was asking if you would like som... water. You seemed tired.” She said. She had to have been early 30’s but kept herself in shape, which was easy to see since she was wearing a grey tank top and white linen shorts. Her straight brown hair fell just past her shoulders and she was wearing silver heart necklace that had the pendant nestled right between her plump breasts. I’ve never been. Tom walkedover to one of the cages, he leered over and positioned his head on the barsgazing in and looking intently on at the slaves. The girl he was looking atmust have only been around 14-15. She was naked except for a pair of very highlooking stilettos that she wore. Her neck had been encased in a steel collar,and a chain had been looped through a hole positioned on the back. The chainwas strung up above here head, but it was pulled taut so her movement waslimitless, there fore preventing. After a time, he fell back into an uneasy silence, his nerves screaming, sending shocks stinging through his body with every creaking branch or rustling leaf. The night deepened, but seemed to drag on interminably as he waited. He waited in growing anticipation of the unknown. And, then he noticed that the forest had gone hushed, as if it too held its breath as it waited along with him. His eyes ached, his arse numb, but he refused to move, lest he miss it ... whatever "it" was. A sudden wind. It would be the last time for a lifetime, and we could never have too much time alone. Or too much warm sun and ocean. She was pale when we arrived, we were both pale, and the patterned bikini I insisted she wore highlighted the whiteness of her skin. Also highlighting how much she had grown, but how unripe she suddenly looked. So pale. Within a day she had a bright pink haze over her body. By the second night she looked as if a golden frosting had been brushed over her, and after three days.