Miss Francine was too fond of dominating any gathering, and Diana wanted to be in charge tonight. After all, whose parchment was it anyway? Hers! And,...more than that, she didn't want Francine wittering on to the rest of her friends about her newly acquired yen to be a slave. Diana was ashamed of Francine at certain times - like now, for instance!Meanwhile the slaver ship had landed and a party been despatched to pick up the latest batch of carefully selected female slaves. An hour later, as the. " Troy walked over to the phone, picked up the headpiece, and placed it against his head?and dropped to the floor, shuddering."Mr. Forrest. Mr. Forrest? Are you awake?" Hazy ghosts interrupted Troy's dreams of lazy nights by an unidentified river with an unidentified woman. A sharp poke, and Troy's eyes shot open. Barely a foot away, Troy saw the visage of some twisted cross between Sgt. Schulz from Hogan's Heroes and Santa Claus?the face of General Halftrack.Troy moved to push himself. “Oh shoot,” she exclaimed, “I’m supposed to go to the city with Granny, and Carla for Granny’s eye appointment Saturday.”“Carla can take her, can’t she?”“She’s afraid to drive in the city by herself.” She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes she has. The ones that I knew from the first time I saw them would be able to get me to do almost anything. “Can you drive down and get Sally?”Now she was really pouring it on. Giving me that slightly pouting, schoolgirl in trouble look. I couldn’t. Scott had been a great employee and should have been promoted on his social intelligence alone, but he seemed content being distant to the responsibilities of the Administration. He had never requested a promotion or denied his steady climb up the corporate ladder. I was enthralled by his demeanor; it made me comfortable and kept me yearning. ___That night, I grabbed a bottle of wine and enjoyed some quiet time exploring my own inhibitions. After a hot shower and 3 glasses of strong wine, I.