She was a little disappointed. On a whim she stood before the windows, legs apart and hands locked behind her head. The sun felt wonderful on her nake... body. Look at Master's new slave, she told the world. The thought troubled her for a moment. Had there been other slaves before her? Or—horror struck her—were there others now?The truth was, Marie still wasn't sure how this relationship was going to work. She knew he was calling the shots, and that was how she liked it, but there had to be. "Sigrid turned to Will, "And what is the business? I guess it has something to do with your art work."Tom leaned over. "We're not saying much yet, Sigrid. Will does some great drawings of horses, that's one part... "Saul added in a low voice, "The other things are nudes of Anne and Mary and erotic art of various kinds." Like the nudes I saw up in your room." Right," Mary said."If it's all that good, you'll make a fortune, if you want my opinion. But for now, Will, keep it simple. Let the bank. I was kneeling with the other girls in the dirt behind the platform. There was nowhere I could go. A chain connected the collar around my neck to the collars of the girls on my left and right. The guards stood to either side of us, their whips hanging by their sides. We no longer gave them any reason to use them.I did not know how many people were on the other side of the block, watching the proceedings with idleinterest or with commercial intentions. We had been told very little about our. But now it was almost fun.Some questions were direct, some not so but they were on a 'fill in the blank' hunt for information. We answered carefully and often with questions of our own to which the response was often, "I can't talk about that."The question they were pushing hard for answers to, "What was your connection to the agency?" The only answer I would give is that we were on the contractor list to supply flight services on request. When he tried to dig deeper with "Such as?" I used his.