Even though they treated the workers with the upmost respect, I knew manual labor was not what I was meant for. I stood only five foot two inches tall...and weighed only ninety-five pounds. I couldn’t see me working in a factory. The only other choice was to sign up for the sex slave auction. It wasn’t bad like you might think. No one was forced to do it. It was strictly voluntary and even if someone bought you that you didn’t feel right with you could always refund the money and go to work on. " And who would you have fed uncle?" grinned Judith. "Why Susan and Pauline, your mothers of course." Huh! I don't think the family would ever have agreed to that." No," sighed Uncle Reggie wistfully, "They wouldn't. You and Petra arejust so lucky!"That evening, Uncle Reggie and I went to visit Emily and David to seethe other new additions. Judith of course stayed at home. She was not aninvalid but Grandma Penelope deemed it unwise to 'risk infection bybringing Henry and Penelope to see. ‘Hello, Stacey,’ Carol said. Her voice was the sexiest the young man had ever heard. She smiled warmly. ‘Come in, please.’ Moving stiffly, the young man walked by the woman, into her house. He knew he should say something, but wasn’t sure what to say, or how to say it. He could barely get his breath, and he couldn’t tear his eyes off her. ‘Can I take your coat?’ Carol asked. Stacey shrugged out of his lightweight jacket and handed it to the woman, then he followed her as she walked into her. I may heal quickly, my back, jaw and throat probably already looked like old bruises, but this headache was horrible."It seems your Witch had been imbibing alcohol with a few of the youngsters," he told me and I groaned quietly. He knew Witches couldn't work magic while under the influence of anything and I knew that he couldn't hold his liquor worth shit, especially considering the strength of Were alcohol.I rolled my eyes and stretched a little when a few things occurred to me. 1.) I had no.