The rules for treatment of slaves were complicated and comprehensive. As most laws and rules around dwarven activities were. They could not be beaten ...xcept after proof of need, which required the assent of two elders, not of the same clan. Even then, the method of the beating and even the type of material the cane should be made of were clearly and concisely delineated. Dwarven slaves had to be fed well, and the dietary needs were listed on complex tables and charts that made sure there was no. After supper, we sat and she asked what I wanted to watch, I said I didn’t care what we watched. We put on a film and watched it with my little sister. Since the movie had some scary parts in it, I found her rapping her arms around me and leaning her head on my shoulders. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, comforting her, as I promised my mom, but I also did it because I liked it, I have to admit it felt pretty good having her arms cradled on my body. Then there was a scene in the movie with. "I closed the fucking door. Now I've seen weird shit before, but nothing like this! My jaw gaped as I could only stare at her working that banana in and out, in and out.A bunch of bananas lay next to her. No shit! Musta been two, three dozen of 'em."That's my name alright," I managed to get out without choking."Well, my name's Joanne," she said, peeling another banana. "Here," she said, offering it to me. "Let's see if you can get this one in me... Henry." Henry, that's a real romantic name.... It was now into my 2nd week and it was the worst week for me because it was my birthday and it was my 50th and Jane was gutted I was away for such a big birthday, I said you can make it up to me when home ok. Jane said she was going to get me something special cos I work hard for us all and I deserve it. Thank love I said can’t wait till I’m home.my Birthday was on the Thursday and Jane said make sure you are finished by 8 cos my surprise was coming then, I thought she must have got some.