She had just about forgiven my dad (or perhaps forgot about why they were fighting) when she opened the door to our room and saw Lourdes. Before my mo... could even get mad, Lourdes grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room. ----------------- I turned off the light as I came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. The room was dark. I saw her laying on my parents' bed. I removed my towel and ran my hand up her leg, over her knee and up her skirt. I was a little surprised she wasn't naked. She was about five foot, seven inches with a killer body. I was hoping she would be serving me drinks on the plane in that tight pencil skirt. As I boarded, I noticed she had wings on her lapel. She was a pilot. She gave me smile as I boarded the plane and I leaned over and whispered to her quietly, “So, is it true you put the plane on auto pilot and just sit back?”She smiled at me and gave me wink but that was all. I followed the row down the plane to my seat and slid in. I couldn’t help. I have seen bigger gangs from a distance, but we always hid from them. We only attacked small groups or single people that we might find."There were 17 female slaves when I ran away. I was number 13 and way down on the list of importance. I was never used for anything but sex, but the older slaves also did the usual sort of household jobs. Oh, I would run errands sometimes, but mostly my job was to be available whenever one of the masters wanted to relieve his sexual urges. I was usually fucked. Goodbye, Jennifer, I’ll not worry you anymore. Find someone you can trust.’ Peter turned and without looking back started towards the car. With squealing tires, he left. The next morning Joe demanded to know what was wrong. ‘Yesterday you were all smiles and so happy but today, nobody dares look at you or they get their head ripped off. Peter, what’s wrong?’ ‘Nothing’s wrong. Just collect a car for pre-delivery from Jack next door. Put the best workers on it and you register it. The papers will.