Loose sweat pants and a sweatshirt. We talked but she was very quiet. “Bob I want to live with you.” “Morgan, what is wrong?” “I can’t...talk about it, please Bob” Morgan hugged me. “Please Bob, I trust you, I need you.”Morgan moved in with a few things. I had a talk with her dad and he seemed resigned. Morgan barely ate. I didn’t push her to come to bed with me but she said she wanted to. We had sex very softly. Morgan clung to me afterward. Of course Josh was recording it all. . I humped the case and then the kitbag up into the luggage rack with as little disruption as I could, apologised for the disturbance then plonked myself opposite the pretty girl...well wouldn’t you. It was June, and she was I guestimated about 18 or 19, dressed in a pretty summer frock, chestnut hair, blue eyes and a good figure, I was glad of Murphy`s philandering or by now she would have been under his spell. We clattered into St john`s, the two women removed themselves and a boy got in, at. I turned my eyes back to the girl…and was surprised when calm seem to take over her face.“So my beloved Master’s…why don’t you slit my throat? Or are you to cowardly to kill a woman with honor?”I’m sure I’m not the only that gasped. I was not born a slave, but was taken as one when very young…and I grew up being taught about the superiority of men. How one should act and talk around men and that we were simply “entertainment” for them. Of course everything I had been taught was a lie, but by. The music was beautiful and perfect, which made it strange that it was not known by any of her colleagues in her profession, not even on the internet.It even sounded like a completely new song, she has wondered several times if it was the director himself who wrote the song, or if it was someone he knew. As far as she knows, however, the director has no background in music.“You know? I myself had never heard of this song before.”Lucas smiled at the teacher’s words.“If you had heard of this song.