Somehow, Abigail could tell that this time was different. Abe approached Abigail very cautiously and in a timid voice, asked "Miss Abigail... I was ho...in'... I wish... uh... will ya walk with me a few minutes?" Shore I will, Abe. Where ya want ta go?" Nowhere in particular, I jus' wanna walk with ya fer a few minutes, ifen ya don't mind." Why, Abe, I'd be pleased ta go anywhere with ya. Jus' give me a minute ta git the last of these dishes washed an' I'll be ready ta go." I'll he'p ya, ifen ya. She twisted around from side to side in a wild dance; her hair tossed and her breasts swayed. She was already crying brokenly and barely able to stagger forward when a boy with his hand swathed in strips of cloth seized her and rubbed a clump of green nettles down the curve of her back and over her buttocks, deep into the cleft of her arse. Then Kristina fell on her face and moved forward on her hands and knees, crying out shamelessly in pain like a wounded animal. Canes beat down on her from. It had to be from one of the places that he had sent the netsuke (nets-keh) inquiries to. Whoever it was wanted more pictures of the bottoms of several different pieces, and close-ups of any symbols or signatures. It was a brief message. He printed out all of the winning auctions with bidder addresses for those that had already paid. They could ship those items right out.Scott found Mr. Piotrowski outside conversing with a couple of grey haired ladies. Jobe sat beside him watching quietly."Do. You've had so little time to learn basic walking and sitting. Then we must get you some new things, those shoes in particular need replacing. Then I think a new dress and some accessories. Oh! I am going to enjoy this."The final line stifled the protest he was about to make. He hadn't thought this through. Of course mum would want to take her 'daughter' out that was a major part of the fantasy. "I thought we'd go into town, after we've sorted out you deportment and got you a handbag filled.