"Hey!" she shouted, angrily. She pushed him away, hard. He was dislodged, but not easily. "Max. Stop. Go away." She pointed to the corner of the pen, ...ut he didn't move, he just licked her face. Her face felt so hot. And this simple task was taking forever. She returned to her work hastily.Then it happened again. Another of the dogs, Benjie, the other wolfhound, mounted her, his claws scratching her soft skin through her shirt. This time she rolled to her side and pushed him off, then got to. "Marie has suggested that no man could find her attractive. I do not agree with her on this issue, however when I ask your opinion as men, I demand that you give my own no particular weight. I do not expect you to agree with me simply because I am your mistress. Is that understood?"There was a general murmur of agreement from the direction of the men, who somehow made it look as if what was going on was completely innocent and normal, as if they were called upon to make such judgments on a. There were children,as servants and messengers, men of all ages for hard labour, skilledprofessions, or even teachers, and women, as cooks, maids or courtesans.It was women who were on display right now. Six of them were lined up onthe podium, barely a scrap on them, ankles and wrists bound. They weretrying to look down from shame, but the auctioneer ordered them to lookup, so that potential buyers may see their faces.One of them, however, was bold in her own right and held her head highand. It felt so funny relaxing for a change. By the time it was graduation night she felt like a whole new woman. Graduation night arrived and the ceremony went on without a hitch. When her name was called Andy walked with her head held high, she gave her speech and shyly went back to her seat. Her classmates congratulated her and gave her a myriad of pats on that back and promised to call her as often as possible. Her English professor was the one who drove her to the rented building that served as.