.."You nod, appreciating the irony. The ship's resident 20th century scholar was, you found out later, disappointingly absent from your arrival on the...ship. You, certifiably born in the 20th century, made your rather...unique entrance onto Voyager just hours after he left."So, you gotta tell me," he says. "I mean, I've been briefed, but I want to hear it from YOU."You smile, appreciating his attention, feeling somehow a kinship in an otherwise foreign environment. "Well, I was visiting a friend. .." Oh, yeah, I remember now," the other officer said. "Jack, we can let 'em have some privacy." Yeah," Canfield said. "Take a few minutes. We're gonna find some coffee. We still have a few more questions."I stepped to Susan's bedside. She looked disheveled, her face red, obviously from crying. "Are you okay? What happened?" I got attacked." By Nikki? Why's she at the police?" Because there's a guy over at the other end of the hall with a BIC pen in his head." Whaa... ?" Cindy blurted."I was. She is wearing high heels, a white blouse and a black skirt which ends mid-thigh. The skirt rises up a fair way as she gets settled. I admire the view. We both listen, not speaking. The song ends and I glance over at her and down at her legs, admiring them openly. She catches me looking but makes no remark. I say, "Nice."She says, "Thanks." "Shoulda Been A Cowboy,” starts. She crosses her legs and her skirt rises even higher. Bloody nice, I am thinking. A black Hummer drives into the parking. Grasping her firmly, he pulled her top down around her waist, then pushed her to her knees before him.Jenny had been used numerous times by Earl Dunrossiter, as had all the women of the household. The potato crop had been poor the last two years and looked to be no better this year. Work on the Dunrossiter estate was the best, and almost only, work to be had, and a complaining worker would have been sacked and whipped off the lands that they were indebted to. Every worker needed their pitiful.