What's up?"I started to panic, and thought of an excuse. "Oh, sorry, I thought I saw someone walking down over there," I said, pointing past her down ...he hill. She turned her head, her brown hair brushing against her shoulder as she moved."Oh, well, it was nobody, right?" She said, before looking back to me.I slowly nodded my head. "Yeah, we're all good."She smiled. "Alright, cool!" She said, propping one of her legs up and stretching the other in front of her. Little did she know, that only. “She wasn’t making much. Even six months’ pay isn’t a big deal and might be less than Jamie’s fees if we have to fight it.”I rinsed off and we each got a towel to dry ourselves with.“I object to that on principle. She doesn’t have a valid case. Why reward her?”“Would you bankrupt NIKA to defend a philosophical principle?”“I suppose it depends on the principle. I wouldn’t ever cheat a customer or lie.”“My advice is that you do this as a purely financial decision. That is what you pay me for.”“It. I lifted my hips up in a pretense to get comfortable and let my pubic hair tease at his chin before I continued. “We had to reach down our pants and swipe at our pussies. If we were wet, which everybody was, we had to bring our finger out soaked, and then we interlocked our fingers with one another, and swore we would never tell a soul.” John stared at me in shock. He couldn’t talk, but he didn’t need to- his penis was talking for him. It knocked at my leg, like a panicked Avon lady trying to. One session was dedicated to practicing curtsying. Mrs Danbury had brought another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be grinning like some idiot. Bryony? Heavens sake! That was even worse!”She kept us at.