What the fuck would account for this?I drove back to Cripple Creek, stopping a couple of times along the way to check on mineshafts I passed. Maybe if...being underground had kept me alive, there would be other people, too, who'd been underground when it -- whatever it was -- had happened.I didn't see anybody or find anybody, and although I hollered down a couple of mineshafts, I wasn't about to pursue any more underground adventures with strange mining equipment.Nothing to do for it but leave. Shailly opened the door and as usual asked me if I wanted tea, I said yes and went into the living room. She must have sensed my disquiet as after serving the tea she stood there and said ¡§ Sir about what happened today ¡K.please don¡¦t think or be disturbed about it, it was as much my fault and my only request is you forget about it and please keep to yourself¡¨I was a little relieved and decided to speak to her in detail. I said its ok I will not but why are you so worried , since I have. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice to have friendly company, and I hope being able to vent to a stranger who doesn't understand her language brings her some comfort as well. Satisfied with her work, Mina crouches in front of me and says two words. "Master coming.". "She's okay," Patty said, "she just asked to be excused from this first class because she was feeling a little down and could use a bit more rest." Maybe she hurt her hand slapping your butt yesterday," Ana joked whisperingly.Lana rubbed her sore butt a little and said, "Nah, she couldn't have hit me that hard; you didn't see me having any cum attacks at the breakfast table did you?" Okay class," Patty said, "We're going to start with some simple classic art." Patty went to an easel and began.