“Very well, then. How many cases of suicidal male concubines in Civil Service custody can you locate?” I followed another hunch, one that might no... have occurred to the sobbing young daughter.“There have been thirty-three confirmed male concubine suicides in Civil Service custody since the outset of this voyage, Decurion,” the AI reacted, adding, “All of them declared suicides by Centurion Thomas Wilde, none with any further inquiry, and all of them coinciding with a scheduled recycling.”“So,. .?’ I didn’t even know what to ask, there was a numbness in my brain, and emptiness, almost as if I didn’t exist, yet I was here, I was me. I closed my eyes and opened them again. He was still there. ‘Sshhh.’ He mumbled. ‘It’s okay sweetheart. You’re brain will suck up new experiences and you’ll learn what life is about?’ I tilted my head a little bit. ‘What is life about?’ I asked. He was rubbing his body over mine, the bulge in his pants pressing in between my legs. His hand cupping. What Mike and I just did was utterly inexcusable!" But what did you just do?" Kelly asked. Marty had stopped work and was now listening intently as well."Mike and I deliberately tortured King. We were supposed to be sleeping. I don't know what came over us, but we decided we would pull out the hairs of his chest fur one by one, in a way to cause him the greatest possible pain. Can you imagine? Doing a thing like that to an animal as good and sweet and pure as King? An animal that saved your. Her buttocks seem especially firm,’ he replied. ‘One might say they were solid enough to . . . oh, say, build a deal on?’ Isabel smiled. She knew exactly what Mr. Terrance was proposing. ‘I should think so,’ she said. She waited until Torrie was done with her dance and fort the applause to end (which there was a great deal of) to signal Torrie to return to her. As the still-naked woman approached the table, Isabel stood and pushed her slave onto the table with Torrie’s back facing downward..