From the window of my stately house,I have seen her paraded through the streetthat leads from the port to the Queen's palace,in front of a group of ca...tives,taken in one of those skirmishesthat erupt every now and thenin the waters and on the islandsof our beautiful archipelago,for no particular reasons but to exercise skills in fighting,and to take captives, to kill themas a deterrent to our enemies,or to make them our slaves,or, as the savage Cannibals do,to sacrifice them to their Goddessand. There I was, in a formation of about 70 men, and realized that I felt quite alone and cut off from the other men as we marched in step towards our new home. My feeling of detachment was probably because I had never been so far from home. When we were finally allowed to go to bed, I began to feel a bit of panic creeping up on me. I was an 18-year-old momma’s boy who had no idea what to expect other than that the training would be rigorous and difficult to complete. Although we hardly spoke for. Greggy and Sam looked at each other."That wasn't there a minute ago," stammered Greggy... _She watched, knowing, actually knowing, what they were thinking as they entered the property through a gate that she herself knew didn't exist. Their hearts were as black as their intent. She watched as, one by one they disappeared. She felt Ken's emotions, rage yes, but sorrow as well. Sorrow that it had come to this. It was justice. She knew that. But it was terrifying to know that the man next to her. My life became a routine of housework in the morning and playing on various computers in the afternoon. In addition I was a driver, father and an advisor to our two girls in the evenings. When Jane got home late she frequently asked me to lick her clit after her shower, as she slept better after an orgasm she claimed. After a year everything had changed in our life, Jane had become an amazingly good Realtor and was making enough money that I had no need to go back to work at all if I did not.