There would be no business that day although they would meet everyone with whom they would be involved for dinner. The afternoon was theirs but he wou...d be happy to give them a conducted tour of the base. Peter was enthusiastic. He would get a look at the aircraft. Wendy was torn. She felt that if she was going to be worth anything at dinner she needed to sleep but then that might affect her that night and she would be below par the following day. Nat solved the problem for her."Why don't we do. "I mean like your mind. Is it really still all you in there?"She gave me a quizzical look and said, "I think so. I mean, I stillremember my whole life. Why are you asking now? I thought you wereconvinced." I am," I said, "it's just..." Just what?" Well, the real Cameron... I mean, the old Cameron never would have letsomeone touch him like that, especially another dude." In case you hadn't noticed," Cameron said flatly, "I'm not exactly adude anymore. And if the 'old Cameron' had tits that. ‘Deal.’ she murmured glumly. Victoria nodded, satisfied. But she knew that she needed some immediate time alone with Keri to clear the air and work things out. Best to get some things settled first though. ‘Okay then, slave.’ She began, readdressing the still kneeling Sam. ‘We’ll take you up on your proposal. You’re now our slave. Our property. But I think we should do this on a trial basis. Let’s say one month. As long as you fulfill all of the provisions of the slave contract that I’ve. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I grew up and its life of happy, carefree idleness. In those days, my father would read to me daily from the many sacred books of our people, reserving the end of each lesson for selections from the Canticle of Menkeret. Parts of the sacred.