Day 104Because I could dance to well, she said I could learn how to do strip. She said it like it was a reward or something. As I was making the moves... and taking my clothes off, I imagined someone watching me, maybe a man watching me, and suddenly huddled in a corner crying. It took two shocks before I gave in and went back to the dancing.Day 117I was doing a strip routine and realised I wasn't just making the moves, it felt good to rub myself. I stumbled and earned some punishment. Why does. It wasn't all bad. Dylan was getting to spend regular time with two hotyoung women who he could never have expected to hook up with in ordinarycircumstances. He certainly couldn't have afforded to pay for theirservices - well, until recently, at any event. And if he didn't get tohave full sex with them, there was usually one day a week when they wouldjoin him on the bed, let him kiss and fondle them and return the favour,and help bring his aching cock closer to orgasm by using theirsuperlative. Carol sent me Brian’s email, the one he had his solicitors sent to you that you discovered after leaving hospital.”“Sorry for your loss, Gina. I didn’t know about our daughter Alexandria. Carol explained Mark’s garbled email to me. We had lost contact for years, so he’d had it sent to my Regiment; they printed it out and put it in with my Get Well cards. Carol thought I shouldn’t see the email until I was released from rehab and mobile on my new legs.”“Carol said that she’d recognised you at. She could have been killed out there by the mighty Augusta. The brave Warrior Slave deserved better thanks than this.Lady Fortescue saw the anger in Frederica's face and the pain in Francine's and felt shame. After all said and done, Francine's hard won and bloody victory had just paid off all the debts owing for the next three months."I'm sorry, Francine. I really am. I've never seen such bravery as you displayed today. Against Augusta you were lucky to survive, let alone win. You are my.