October 15th October 2002I went to see the doctor at the university practice on the 8th October.She was very nice and sympathetic. I told her the whol... history of myhealth since the dig. My records were not very helpful about the fever.The doctor in Penzance had basically written "buggered if I know" on myrecords as to what it was. The doc took loads of blood for tests and gaveme a thorough examination. She was bemused, she said I had the symptomsof a girl starting puberty. I was starting to. I have finished thinking. We can't have Marina joining us here! She's not tough like we are, Lilly. A month of this would kill her. I'll try and catch a guard's attention. I hate to leave you here, though! I really hate that! I've come to love you like a sister... No - not a sister - a lover - a wife! A part of me will be left behind when I go." Remember Martha! Remember the girl I killed to save my own worthless hide, Angelina! Remember that I killed her! I belong here paying my debt. And you. The days started with the first daylight, when the bright light of the local sun replaced the sporadic artificial lights of the slave pens and the cruel guards supervised the dispersion of the foul-tasting, lukewarm gruel served in simple earthware bowls.Once in awhile, other slave gangs exchanged the feces and urine soiled straw-like stuff that thinly covered the slave pen chambers.Occasionally the slaves were herded in a big fenced-in area and put on display. Shrouded and hooded beings, not. Consequently, she found herself alone more than she was used to. And a submissive, left to herself long enough, is bound to get into trouble! And so it happened. Chelsea was alone at home one afternoon; the Professor had went to the college to do some work and she had stayed home. She puttered around the house doing the few chores he had given her and trying to find other things she could do to be of service and keep from being too bored. But it wasn't helping. So she decided to take a shower.