. I'd like you to meet them all, very interesting people..." Basel wiggled his toes in appreciation as Eliana pressed her thumbs into the ball of his ...oot. "The family has been at Karbala for close to a hundred years now."Eliana's eyebrows went up. "That long?"Basel nodded. "They are all such expert shepherds, they have permanent permits from the Sheep Guild for residency... don't have to shift... Yes, you should meet them. Ah, that feels so nice Eli..."She lowered her nose to sniff between his. Looking it up in the county rule book, "apparently when the rule's were laid put, no one considered someone would want to enter a human in the pageant knowing the winner would go to slaughter but he's right no where in the rule book does it say a human can't enter the pig pageant" the judge replied.Forced to accept Jessica as an entry the judge began to pinch her arm meat for thickness and quality, the same as he would do to any pig fit for slaughter, he then moved to her breast squeezing each. ” I instantly regretted saying that out loud. Foresight was not my specialty. Max’s face fell and I could tell I hit a nerve. “Max I’m sorry I didn’t mean that.”He took a big sigh and sat down next to me before finally responding “It’s okay. I probably deserve it. I shouldn’t have dumped you over that. You weren’t ready and honestly neither was I. It was for the best.” “Yeah, and now you have Lauren!” I tried to sound upbeat but even I heard the sarcasm in my tone. I was hoping he wouldn’t pick. My portfolio was so good, they hired me right away. I now was making $50 an hour, with bonuses and profit sharing. I was now worth over 1 million dollars. At only 29 years old. I gave my parents lots of money to help them out of poverty. High school was only 11 years ago and I went from being depressed and suicidal working a shitty job and only being worth $10,000, to now being worth over 1 million dollars. I was so good at my job I was now making $100 an hour and one of the top investors… My.