Goddess I hate that window. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup...of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that. She wanted to but she couldn’t. She had to do something. Yellow. She pulled the duvet over her head and wriggled her body down the bed. Apples. She could feel the heat of Robert’s body against her skin. She smelled him. Burning. Her mouth filled with saliva. Red. She took him into her mouth.Yellow. If she could suck every last drop from him, if she could satisfy him, somehow it might relieve her of the ache between her thighs. Apples. She bobbed her head faster, trying to devote all her. Her cries became whimpers, begging him for more, but he only moved his knee between her leg to push against her heat.She rubbed against him until he pulled back with a sigh. "I just can't decide. I suppose I'll have to love them both."The words rocked through her core, making her back arch to drive her wet cleft against his leg. He loves, her thoughts circled, unfinished and incomplete. He loves... His attention moved down to her flat stomach. She was proud of that bare slit of navel and worked. These two women would tear him to pieces if he got in the middle of this one. He glanced at Nathan, and Nathan shrugged, keeping his mouth shut too.Rebecca straightened a little and sat primly. "It's too bad we can't settle this scientifically. Your feelings hardly constitute anything like an empirical judgment." You would go straight to the cold science. And who says we can't prove it?" To make a valid comparison, an impartial panel of judges would have to see both of us in the dress and.