What are you up to?’ ‘Thanks, I’ll fill you in later.’ Dillon hung up the phone and smiled. ‘One usual and one cold chai, whole milk and whi...ped cream.’ Debbie gave him a suspicious look as she started his order. ‘Are you seeing someone? If you are you should have told me.’ ‘Met her last night,’ he said as he handed her the money with a shit-eating grin. ‘I’ll see you at nine for practice!’ He bolted out the door before she could say anything else, leaving Debbie with a slightly bemused look. ”“Doesn’t matter,” I said, “Just tell us what needs doing.”His priority was the cows; they were late being milked. The farmer took Lucy and showed her how to wash the teats and attach the cups while I went to my car and got changed. I always carry an old T-shirt, jeans and trainers in the back of my car – just in case.When I found Lucy she asked me where her change of clothing was. She’d already got her shoes covered in cow muck and had bits on her skirt and top.I gave her the bad news, but she. .We received ours in the mail a couple of days later and they were definitely not your standard 'you are invited to a party' invitations for they stipulated that it would be a 'black tie' event, Tuxedos for men; long frocks for women and the envelope included a nude photo of Jacqui with a note that entertainment of an unspecified nature would be provided by his new model. We speculated as to what that was hinting!Her initial reaction was that she wasn't too keen on the idea of presenting. ”“Why did you leave?” she asked. “Were you running?”“No! Well, yeah, maybe,” Barley admitted. “I was going to come here anyway. But… I killed a man – Sally’s bondsman. It was a fair fight – he had a white knife, but he was a…” He sighed, not really knowing how to explain.“A bondsman?” Tabatha asked. “Was he a Slaver?”Barley looked at the blue-eyed brunette more intensely. He nodded tersely, again feeling the adrenaline rush as he remembered the short, fierce fight.“There are no slaves here,”.