But what about at home?My time away had done something to me. I had seen a great deal of human-to-human violence. I had witnessed firsthand the conseq...ences ofabhorrence and repudiation, blasphemy and excommunication. I knew whathate looked like.There's a lot of hate in the world.I stared in the mirror. I had several years ago sworn to be true to myselfand my instincts, no matter what anyone else said. What I do and what Isay speak for me; "they say" or "those people" or "you know, they. Her pants were covered in dirt but shewas otherwise okay and she pulled herself up and reached to close thedoor."No," she heard a voice and looked up the cabin to see a differentconductor."You two shouldn't be in the back cars. Come away. I'll get that doorclosed, and locked."Leyna reached and pulled her panty upward while she was still concealedby the tall seatbacks. The man walked nearer as she straighten herdress."You could have been badly hurt Miss. Dave was supposed to check thosedoors.. He was training her, preparing her, to be able to turn heads with her looks, and amaze them with her mind. Robert made sure any contact with her was supportive and encouraging without any sexual connotations. He wanted her mind intact, breaking a mind was easy, an frankly a waste of time. Prisoners in Solitary Confinement could last for years, unless their mind broke from the lack of interaction, and then they would literally die in days from the bodies reaction to the insanity. Robert wondered. She returned, with effortless grace, to her feet and walked back to the door that led from the library to the corridor along which I had walked only an hour or so ago. It seemed much longer. She waited for me to catch up to her."May I precede you to my Master?" Yes. I'm sorry I don't know your name." I am called Sylvie."There was a definite pattern emerging here; I reflected to myself. "Please lead me to your Master." I grinned and imagined myself saying in an exaggerated electronic drone,.