These drivers turned their headlights towards the corn field so they could see this naked lady running through the field making all the noise in the w...rld and to watch her tits flopping. I drove to the other side of the field and the only way I could get her back into the van was to tell her that a car load of Turks was coming through the field after her. The rest of the night was spent with her naked in the van and me trying to calm her down. Finally, about daybreak, she seemed to wake up. "I have to be frank, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. She is difficult. Progess is slow but progress is being made. I think she is beginning to break." Igor Ivanvovitch?"Dr Mendeleyev clears his throat. "She has been a disappointment, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. When she became available, I thought she would be helpful in Vyera's training. I think I mentioned that she might provide an opportunity for the slave Vyera to ... er ... practice her skills as a teacher and to lift her horizon from the domestic work. “We have come for our son,” he boomed out.“Did you want to take him home in a bushel basket?”“What do you mean?” He started to walk towards me. The point of the sword told him that was not a wise idea.“I mean this is my slave. I saved him from death and he owes me his life.”The woman cried out behind him. “You can’t take James from me.”William turned to look at the woman who I decided was James’ mother, Martha, and then back at me. “Name your price,” he bellowed.“Not for sale.”“Every slave is. Then I sighed. "I wouldn't have all this time to think of these stupid word pranks, if I could move." I don't blame you. You're really in pretty good spirits, most of the time. I think I'd have gone crazy by now." I'm not sure I haven't. But to get back to the original subject, if you want Jessica to respect you, then you've got to take responsibility. Tell her no. Let her get mad at you. Work things out."Tim looked at me as if I'd asked him to stick his hand into a pit of poisonous snakes."Do.