Money was no object for Timothy so Britney was sold to him,by a short stocky man for an agreed price of fifteen thousand dollars.Apparently Britney wa... of the highest quality, and had been taken in as alabourer when he was unable to pay off his huge credit card debts. America thought very lowly of debt evasion,so Britney was personally assured that he was going to serve a life of bitterharshness, to teach him the valuable lesson that evasion is a serious crime. So theslaves and Britney were. I kept on consoling her and I ran out of words. Then there was complete silence. I would have been talking to her for about 30 minutes without much response from her side. But one good thing was that she stopped crying. I knew it was getting late for her.So I just held her and told her not to worry and just focus on the good people around her. And all of a sudden she started crying. I felt bad for making it worse.Me: I am really sorry. I made it worseShe: That’s okay. I am used to itMe: Nobody. Looking up from her device, she was not too happy to see me.“I have been trying to text you all morning, why don’t you reply to your messages?” she yelled at me.Panicking, I tried to fish my mobile out of my jeans. Managing to retrieve the small device, it slipped out of my hand landing in the gap between the centre console and the driver’s seat. Searching for it as I mumbled to Helen, “Sorry, I am not used to all this messenger and Facebook.” Struggling to pull it back up with two fingers, not. “Jack means nothing to the tribe. You are the favored one.”He raised his coconut shell and drank the contents in one long gulp. “To Missy,” he told me, nodding at my drink. I still didn’t quite know what Jamir was saying. Were they planning on having a parade for me? I followed Jamir’s lead and drank down the remainder of the jungle juice from the coconut shell. Instantly, Jamir refilled the shell from the large stone pitcher beside him.The Chief pointed at me now, raising his voice a little to.