”I smiled, “And if I point out that I’ll be very offended if he hurts my sister, it’ll be much more effective because of that.”“But you wo...ldn’t use violence to solve the problem, would you?”“I’d die to protect my sister. And my closest friends.”“I’m curious; what would you do if you were drafted?”“Report and serve as I was directed. With my training, I’d probably end up as a corpsman or medic; if I had my medical license, I’m sure I’d be a doctor. If not, then I’d invoke conscientious objector. I was still a slave from birth, but my owner saw that I was educated by the same tutors who gave lessons to his other children.”Roger was uncertain whether to ask a question. Without thinking about it, he raised his hand. Sandrine stopped and smiled.“You may ask me anything, Roger, anything at all.” Her smile invited him to ask. Even as young as he was he saw the invitation in her eyes.“Why did he do that, Mistress Sandrine? I mean, weren’t slaves supposed to work and not study?”Sandrine. " Nah. It's just me." Good. But what brings you here?"Britney looked down. Bryan held her hands."Britney?" Brian asked searching for her face.Britney began to sob. Bryan cupped her chin and made her look up at him. Tears ran down her face. "Oh Bry, Kevin is being an asshole... again."Bryan sighed. "What did he do now? Damnit Britney why don't you just leave the bastard?" Because... I-I love him," Britney whimpered."He obviously doesn't love you if he treats you like crap. What did he do?" He. After the nap, we took an easy five-minute car trip to find our place. After a bit of trouble finding the best lot to park in, we saw Michael and his Orchestra setting up to practice. They were just getting ready to play something, so we sat down and heard them play a song being added to the set called ‘Surrender,’ a Mambo.Claire pulled me up and said, “We’re here, so let’s practice?” We tricked out a nice routine. There was only an acoustic guitar accompanying Michael for the first 30 seconds,.