She examined and piled her meters of black, silken strands. Thankfully, the dirt failed to cling to any of them. Her hair was ridiculously long, but s...ill clean and beautiful. That was fine, Yuri thought. She knew what she had to do.The swordswoman grasped her blade, where it rested at her side. Her hands grasped air, and she looked down again. Oh, of course, she realized, her sword wasn't there. She felt behind her, wrapping her fingers around her sword hilt. Instead, they wrapped around. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF CHAPTER TWELVE OF THIRTEEN = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter SummariesChapter One: Vicki LeClaire is convicted of all charges. A sentencing agreement is negotiated by William Wilson, a professional slave sentence negotiator. This chapter primarily sets the scene for the rest of the book. Once that is done, the action near the end centers around public nudity and public humiliation.Chapter Two: Vicki’s “Day of Repentance” and her. "Yes I'm the owner, but the office is closed sorry," I said."Yeah, it looks like you have walked away. If you don't want the city to be hassling you, then you need to keep the grass cut. I can do that for you, cheap." How cheap?" I asked the long haired young man in dirty jeans."My usual is $20 bucks and hour and a one hour minimum," he said."I can buy a cheap lawn mower for the price of a month's charges by you. I can cut the grass till the end of the season and have the mower for next year,". Remember: All this while, my eye contact was straight and did not even move my eyes sideways or blinked. We then left and she told me she will call me as a “tele friend”. I wished her goodbye, by holding her hand. The next day, she called me saying she wants to visit the temple (on 10th Road, Opp Bachchan’s Pratiksha Bunglow) with her son. I told her that’s fine and we met. She let her kid play in the temple and we sat with legs folded praying. There was not that rush then during afternoons..