It had been a while since she had had some time to herself. Her sexual energy was just bounding to get out, and she had a nice new vibrator to try out... She grinned slightly at the thought, her underwear getting a little wet.As she was walking down the 8th grade hallway, her boss, Ms. Y cut her off. A very confused look crossed her face; her boss was wearing an extremely revealing french maid outfit. She also held a small crop, with a wry grin across her face. “Hello Karen.” She began the soon. She turned to look behind her but saw nothing. "I'm just jumping. Need to get some sleep" she mumbled to herself. As she turned back to small fireplace she saw to red specs in front of her. They looked almost like eyes but she wasn't sure as their wasn't enough light to see them clearly. Suddenly, Diana realized she was frozen. She couldn't move! The red specs moved closer and she was now able to make out that they were indeed eyes. "who are you? what do you want?" she cried out, but their. "I find it interesting that all the factories were manufacturing highly flammable products; plastics, furniture, canvas, very coincidental."Zack pushed the remnants of their fast food meal aside and opened his laptop."Let's see if anyone else saw those marks."Mandy went to the counter for another hamburger. When she returned, Zack had finished scrolling through the reports."No one else saw them, yet you spotted them right away, I wonder ... Hey, here's something interesting. Guess who reported. "You should all consider yourselves lucky to live in the land of Freedom and Democracy," he would sometimes tell his slaves, regarding them in their well-worn ragged clothes; their hands and feet rough from labour in the house and in his extensive farm, and all struggling to comprehend a language which wasn't their own and of which they had differing levels of fluency. Thasra was in the awkward position of sharing with the other slaves no other language than that of her white devil masters with.