The young girl was rushing, so she could tell her father of the plot against him. She was almost there, she was so distracted by seeing the entrance j...st down the street from her now that she yelped in surprise when the powerful hand wrapped around her arm.Her frightened eyes lifted up to the bored face of a pair of city watchmen blocking her path. The one holding her arm shook her once, then gave her a little shove backward, "Off with you, no begging."Arya, never quite known for her patience,. These pins where were small, hot, dirty, and smelled of sweat and other human odor.Each girl knew that they were to be shown and then sold, this was their fate. While they were scared they didn't make any noise since the overseer had told everyone to be quite or they would taste the whip. And it was a rare slave who had not tasted the whip.Each of the links of chains held a group of slaves that was alike. The auction started. Old white hair males and females were the first out, then the small. She had felt at ease with John Thompson right from the very start. Even so all trust was just on his word.At the very start it had been an innocent chat as she already had a boyfriend and John knew this. He had in no way tried to undermine her relationship. The fact that the chat had turned to sex early on had only reinforced her view that John was an ok! Guy. It was his laid back approach that had instilled some trust in her.But as the meeting was looming ever closer she did begin to get. But it did her family. At least to one of them.When Jazz introduced me to her mother and father for the first time I thought they'd either die on the spot or kill me."Mommy, I'd like you to meet Carlos, my boyfriend," Jazz said hesitantly when she noticed the look on her parents' faces. "Carlos, this is my mother, Claire."Claire gave me a curious look before holding out her hand tentatively."You don't look like a Carlos," she said as our hands met. It was firm and soft, just like Jazz's."I'm.