“Ok. But you have to tell me, how and why you read my diary.” I said. “Ok, Ok.” She agreed, raising her hand to catch the attention of the wai...er. "Yes Ma’am." The waiter stood beside her ready to take down the order. Elena ordered prosciutto-wrapped scallops with risotto to start and Pan Seared Duck Breast with Mushroom Ravioli, Spinach and an Apricot Marsala Sauce for the main course. "Very Good ma’am." He said before turning and walking away. When I was about to ask her the question again,. Most of the discourse was about legal precedents, and business interests, and there was little concern about slaves’ feelings, until I was introduced as a surprise. I’d been backstage for the beginning of the debate, and didn’t take my chair for quite a while. Everyone else on that panel of individuals was very surprised to find a slave on the show, with her owner. I was an immediate celebrity in the room, and yet I had done nothing to deserve it. One part of the discourse was quite. ”As he turned the corner something in the window of a shop caught his eye, “ Do some good for the community” it read “ Donate Blood and get a free T shirt, show the world that you do care about your fellow man” it continued . On the bottom it finished with the phrase “ Open 24 hours a day”That was it , well at least a start , he’d donate get the shirt and make sure Jill say him wearing it.“ She’d comment on it for sure” he said “ and then I’d tell her I’m a new man and she’d take me back.” It. He was one of the two who went there last time." "Yes, sir," Captain Clayton replied, and then watched as Major Koval left. 'It's not for me to question why. But this is one big fucking waste of time.' ***** "Here's dinner. Enjoy," Calvin Waters said to Tony Franklin. She had just brought the inmate dinner. Tony was starved, the lunch she had received that day had been stone cold by the time she had gotten it. This time the food was steaming, and even if it was Air Force meat loaf, it looked.