As Frank thought about what he’d been told, his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and grinned, “This might be our friend now.”“Frank Ca...ley speakin’.” He looked at us and nodded. “Yes, I remember you Mr. Moreno ... Well, I’m out fixin’ some fence right now, but I reckon I could meet you at my house in, oh, a couple of hours. Let’s say about ten ... OK, Mr. Moreno, we’ll see you then.”He ended the call and busted out laughing and slapping his leg, “You know what makes these guys so much. After hanging up, she put the cell phone on the nightstand by the bed. Chuck ran a hand along her naked belly. She snuggled closer to him.“Who was it?”“My brother.”“What did he want?”“He told me to say: ‘yes.’”“Yes to what?”“To a question that I haven’t been asked yet.”“Then I take it that now might be a good time to ask you my question.”“What question?” Betsy asked raising up to look at him.“Will you marry me?”Betsy stared at him. She hadn’t expected that question. Her mind was running a. I was not born as a slave but as the child of freedman and as so was a full citizen of Rome. My father also Gaius Fonteius Britannicus Flavus (Britannicus Flavus means blond British) had been a British fighter enslaved and brought to Rome and used by the Fonteius Capito family. My mother had also been caught by the roman troops and sold as a slave also to the Fonteius Capito family. My father had been trained and used as a house painter and my mother had been a maid. Then during the year of. Regrettably, the damned bus didn't turn up on time and i was getting very worried. when i eventually saw one approaching. By the time i got off at the other end, i had five minutes to do a ten minute walk. Clearly, i had to run... By the time i reached my destination, i was hot and breathing hard. i knocked and a short time later, Mistress Pam opened the door. "You're only just in time, slut!" she snapped before suddenly grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking me painfully into the room.