My parents raised me to treat women with respect. I always thought we had a stable, comfortable marriage. Our sexual relations-lovemaking was tepid at...best, and she refused me oral sex. I was true to my marriage vows, and I loved her. I tried to be sensitive and considerate of her opinions and needs. I let the woman decorate our house the way she wanted it in flowery pastels and dainty uncomfortable furniture. What a pile of crap! Look where being a considerate gentleman got me; it made me a. The view ahead stunned me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I remember a chill went through me and goose-bumps popped up on my arms. My eyes locked on a structure maybe another half mile ahead at the crest of the next hill. It wasn’t just a house or a mansion; it was a full-on English style castle. “Stop the car Ryan!” I pleaded. “What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, slowing the car to a crawl.“Wait please stop!” I repeated. Ok, I must have stared at that view for a full minute. Ryan finally. A small crowd had gathered, mostly Redcoats of various stripes, men from other regiments looking for stuff they could use in their mess.I stood back under some shade and watched the auctioneer, a big sergeant, get rid of some heavy furniture and several iron pots. Then he yelled, "Bring them missus up 'ere," and a woman stepped up beside him, her hands tied before her, her face a mask of shame and disgust."This 'ere's that rebel major's doxey, Major Shit-head Audrey I believe, one a'Knox's. It will comeout automatically," Unit Leader says.Guardette 105 is about to speak when she suddenly feels faint. She closesher eyes and almost drops the glass. "This is the best part," says UnitLeader. Guardette 105 opens her eyes. She wants to fight back, but shecan't as she feels weaker with each passing moment."As you probably have guessed, you've been drugged. It's not enough toknock you out, just make you more manageable, I want you awake as thishappens. It is important that you understand.