?You didn?t do it intentionally, but the sentence you passed might as well have been a death sentence. I was raped by other inmates in prison, on top...of losing everything I?d ever cared for. And I was innocent, Judge.But you couldn?t see that, wouldn?t look past my color, or where I?d come from.? the voice held an edge like sharp steel sheathed in velvet now, with something like rage and sorrow honing it to razor-like perfection that cut as surely as a real blade would have. ?I had a life,. She had never stayed in one place for more than a few months. She had spent the time of the Great War in America together with her growing entourage, but even here she had often changed both city and state. To protect herself was one thing, but her property and especially her slaves were too fragile, she did not want to expose them to unnecessary risks.Meanwhile Selene had also stopped taking all her slaves with her, only a few selected slaves and her servants accompanied her. Selene had set. "Holly yelled up the hallway that the shower was free. Lucille and Amy decided to go together to save time. I fought hard not to go look in on them.Then it was my turn. I went into my room to find that my girls had made up my bed. Major points for them. I laid out my clothes, then hit the shower.Once again I had forgotten a towel. Once again, one was waiting for me when I got out. And, once again, I had a cheering section lined up on the edge of the bed.Lucille said, "Somebody said something. ?This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. ?? obohobo 2010??The intervention?The anticipatory buzz turned to a gasp of astonishment as the boy quietly.