You should read his stories too and give them all ‘fives.’ His stories are so much better than most I read here. Also, I apologize for it having t...ken this long to publish a new chapter, and I haven’t done anything in the Amber series lately either, but it wasn’t scoring so well anyway so I just sort of set it aside. I will try to get back on both soon. In the meantime, enjoy! ***** I awoke with a little boy’s foot in my face and a little girl laying across my legs. The comforter, blanket and. "This is my eldest Edward andmy...my.... daughter Carol."Edward stepped forward and shook the proffered hand with a nervoussmile on his lips. Carol did the same once he moved out of the way.Neither of them looked up into the intimidating eyes of Mz Nelson. Itseemed like an eternity to Carol as he stood before the woman toweringabove him. She seemed to scrutinize him forever before releasing hishand and turning to his mother."Your daughter has a firm grip... unusual for such a shy little. “We make slaves out of them for our men to breed.”I was stunned by the size of the collar. It was 2 inches wide with a large chain link attached to a ring on the collar. I was somehow expecting a collar that was more ornamental. This was a true slave collar. No one could ever mistake it for anything but, and there was no way it could be hidden. I saw that the clasp was designed so that once it is closed, it could not be opened. I was to wear that collar and the accompanying shackles. They said their "hello's" all around and made light conversation as the room slowly filled.Shortly after everyone arrived, the caterer uncovered the food and posted a server at the carvery station. Then he called out each table, one by one, up to the buffet line. When their table was called, Ken and Brenda walked up to the line, still hand-in-hand.A little later, they had returned to their table with plates full of turkey, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and other Thanksgiving cuisine. The.