“I doubt he even thought dying was a possibility. In cases where the sponsor dies in combat, his concubines can be picked up by anyone in the colony...or base. This is a different case, though. Gunter was convicted of a crime, was retested as less than sponsor level, and will be killed as a concubine.”Her voice trailed off and she shook her head. “Many, maybe even most, sponsors are superstitious. They’ll likely look at Gunter’s two concubines as damaged goods. The Civil Service will hold them. 0.0 Alteration of Contract This contract may not be altered, except when both master and slave agree. If the contract is altered, the new contract shall be printed and signed, and then the old contract must be destroyed. 8.0.0 Termination of Contract This contract may be terminated at any time by the master , but never by the slave, except under special conditions explained within this contract. 8.0.1This contract will be terminated at the end of __ days. The slave can continue in submission. I kissed her hard with passion and lust, groping her ample curves."Mmmm, urgh..." A moan escaped her pouty lips. She broke off the long kiss for a breath. “I can’t do this. One, I have a boyfriend. Two, do you know where we are? Three… discount? For what?”“This…” I kissed her on the lips softly. “God, that felt so damn good.”"But a drug case, though?" She questioned. "Really?"I then put her up aggressively against the wall and whispered in her ear as I made my way down her milky curvaceous. My mode of transport to the village was a beat-up old truck driven by a toothless old man.It must have taken about three hours to reach my destination. Some destination? My bags were just dumped on the side of the dirt track which was the so-called road, and the old truck disappeared in a cloud of dust. I had arrived in an alien world.I expected someone, anyone to have been there to meet me but there was no one. The villagers seemed indifferent to me, was I invisible? I just stood there not.