?A shame, for otherwise you arebeautiful.? He walked on to the next set of girls belonging to one ofthe other part time slavers, for in that coffle th...re was a girl withstriking blue-black hair.?It will not be pleasant for you tonight if you remain in my coffle,unsold,? hissed Rashid into my ear as he gave a false smile to a coupleof men who walked by. Nearby two men were engrossed in examining thebrown haired Taharian beauty, Mehra, and were putting her through somebasic positions to gauge her. My eyebrows were thinnerand were arched over eyes that had longer-than-remembered lashes.I'd seen lots of worse faces on real women than the one I had now.Behind all the changes, however, I could still see myself. My semblancewas definitely still there, but now it was framed by luxurious brownhair, which fell to about an inch past my shoulders. My long hair wasobviously the result of not having had a haircut for 5 months.I stared at my ample breasts. As if in a trance I raised my hands. There weren't many people in the dining hall when we got there. Stephanie looked around and couldn't find anyone she knew. We ate together."How long have you been in America?" Stephanie asked, when we were eating."This is my forth year," I replied. "Is my English hard to follow?" No. You speak very good English. You have an accent, but I have no problem understanding you," Stephanie said."Oh, okay. But I still have to take a remedial English course," I said. "You're in English Composition I,. I did not ask what was the matter, because I knew that day she was asking her Boss for a promotion. So I guessed he had rejected it.My nice wife had been working hard during the last three years in the company and I knew she deserved a new vacant position, since a former manager had been fired recently. Ana was hoping this new position would be for her.She did not say anything about her day at the office and I let her.She cooked a delicious meal for dinner, but, as we were sitting and enjoying.