The call from her came while I was at Helen's Sit Down. I was having coffee and a bun. The coffee was what I really wanted, the Bun was just cover."He...lo there," I said when I saw her name on the screen of my phone. Yes the super smart phone could do caller ID on anyone. I doubted that she was trying to hide her ID, but she might be. It wouldn't have mattered."Maxine, it's me Sylvia," she said."Well good morning, have you finished your thinking?" I asked."Yes, and I also spoke with Vlad and. Sophie was a good laugh to go drinking with and hang around with at uni. She was fairly short with the most amazing strawberry-blonde curly hair, cute freckles on her cheeks and shoulders, and surprising large breasts for her petite size 8 frame. She never had any cleavage exposed, so it was even more intriguing to keep guessing what they would look like in all their glory. She was always up for a good time, but very intelligent and artistic at the same time, discussing what projects at uni we. We tried to wake him so that he could run for help at the Seminary but he was out cold.We didn’t have long to wait before the man returned with Abigail in her bed clothes. He stripped her naked and despite her protests and pouting was rough with her – grabbing her by the hair and slapping her face until she complied. He attached her foot to a slave manacle in the barn and then bound her wrists like ours.“I’ve been watching you for days. At first, I thought you were playing a merry game out in. We sat, still unashamedly naked in front of the fire eating breakfast and chatting. It seemed so natural, the firelight reflecting from her smooth skin, on this dark damp and stormy November day, as we sat at the table eating to keep us going, as we both expected the next hours would be a sexual marathon. It suddenly came to me about her lack of contraception, but she assured me she had been in her words “fixed” just after my birth, she suggested we used the warm hearth rug for a while, and.