"There are no slaves here," Tabatha said quietly, but with conviction."What will happen to me?" Barley asked, hoping he could trust what she said."You...can exchange information about the Confederacy and why they seem to be interested in us, and we will allow you to stay. If you become a contributing member of our society, that is," she told him."What if I don't want to?" he asked, already knowing he would tell her anything she wanted to know."Then," she sighed, "as soon as you're healthy enough. She told me she still loved her husband and it would never work but I loved her and I wasn’t going to give up, and she knew it. It was different with Mrs. Sparks; I had never felt so alive with her. I could separate the lust of my fantasies with what I was feeling so I knew it was love. I would never give up. It was after school and a Friday afternoon, I had just left my seventh hour, which was downstairs, and put my books in my locker. I then walked upstairs to Mrs. Sparks’ classroom. Before I. Slowly Mark took the compact and opened it. He looked athimself in the mirror, everything looked the same except for the longblonde hair. Mark slowly closed the compact, and shakily sat it down,"ple.. - please um chang..change it back," Mark said."What," Serena said smugly, "don't you like your new blonde hair?" No!" Mark said loudly, trying to maintain his composure, "it makes melook like a girl." Nonsense," Serena said, "your tits make you look like a girl, not yourhair." With that Mark felt. He blinked through his auction pages and couldn’t help a quiet yes of excitement. A few blogs and forums had picked up his listings for weird and funny auction posts, pushing his hits through the roof. If the current bids held up, he would actually make a profit off of this whole adventure – besides the abundant masturbatory fantasy fuel. “Dammit,” he cursed when the phone rang. “I.S., Sam Green speaking.” “Just leave it alone and I’ll be there in a minute,” he said once the woman had described.