He tossed his phone to the floor near the door. "Ready to get up and go to bed?" he asked.She steeled her will, knowing it was going to hurt and nodde....Robert eased her to a sitting position, and then got out of the tub. He moved to his closet and got a Kimono and returned to her. He dried her and wrapped her in the Kimono and carried her to the bed. He eased her into his bed and covered her with a sheet. He sat and brushed her hair away from her face. He waited a few minutes to make sure she. The rod isn’t rusty so I don’t’ think it’s serious enough for a doctor. By the way, the spare’s flat. “, he said. She looked up at him with a worried look. “I’ll use the air on the truck to fill it and wrap my hand up while I’m up there.” She took his hand and held it. She felt a pang of guilt for his injury and something else. She saw the blood glistening wet and bright red. It oozed and started to run down the side of his hand. He pulled back gently and placed it against his shirt. Mother wrote me notes, leaving them under the pillow, detailing her slavery—her torture and rape—and never letting me forget where I came from. I kept the notes as per her suggestion stashed in an envelope at the back of the middle drawer of my vanity. Along with her plight, she informed me of the plight of other slaves, especially Martha whom I had befriended while still in my mother's care. Actually I knew her as Ginger until we became reacquainted here."Of course I became a rebellious child,. So, she knew a bit of Hindi and it wasn’t hard for Abhinav to communicate with her. She would cook for him, care for him when he was sick and within months, their bond grew stronger.Abhinav lusted for her and was waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on her. He would peek through the window and see her washing clothes when she would expose her big milky thighs and that busty cleavage. Abhinav had also seen her coming out of bath wrapped in a towel like a sexy goddess.One night after.