I don’t know the details but from what he’s told me we’re gonna have the world’s most fucking horrendous headache paying for all this. We migh... be well-off, but haulage don’t make millions. I don’t think we’ll be able to afford another holiday here for a lo-ong while.” “Are you leaving now then?” asked Sharon. “Yeah! We are. Another day here and we’d have to re-mortgage the house. I can’t believe the bastards. Every fucking cock and every fucking cunt!. I’m surprised they didn’t charge us by. She sighed and looked at Keidia again. ‘Who?’ she asked, pointing to Keidia. ‘My name is Keidia,’ she answered. ‘I’m a concubine, like you are now. Jahir is a good master,’ she said, hoping to appeal to the girl. ‘He treats us very well, despite the fact we are merely slaves here. You will adapt, little one.’ But the girl was obviously inconsolable at the moment. She didn’t scowl again, but her eyes were narrowed. ‘I Mahdis,’ she said. Keidia shook her head sadly. ‘Not anymore, my dear. Jahir. There they lingered as I studied each well kempt crimson toenail. My body was no longer my own as my arm reached out and my fingers extended. Her toes curled lightly as I slightly brushed against them. Immediately I retreated. I hadn’t earned the softness of her skin against mine. I returned to studying her curvature, admiring the perfection of her imperfect frame, watching, wondering, daring. Then began the two betrayals. My body would no longer listen to the signals I was trying to send it.. They raise their kids together. They make some more kids. They’d overfill that damn house with so many mouths they’d need a bigger house. She sank down on the bed and wept. It sounded good. Maybe too good, but he had to come. Would he come? God she hoped so. Of course he’d come. He just had to! Meantime she had Peter and Little Sorrel to worry about. Were they OK? She hoped so. She got off her ass and plopped her knees on the floor. She needed to pray. ———— After the meeting with Florence and.