"Grandma, this is Alice, Alice, this is my grandmother." It's nice to meet you, Alice," grandma says, before sitting down on thesofa next to me and Li...y (Lily having scooched next to me to make roomfor the elderly woman)."Likewise, Mrs. Clarke!" Alice says, clearly impressing grandma with herknowledge of her name."That's a lovely accent," grandma says. "What part of the world are youfrom, Alice?" Stockton-On-Tees," Alice says with a proud grin. "Up in the north-east.Next to Middlesbrough, only. “I left your suitcase at the Sorbonne, Margaret. I’m sorry. I was in just too much of a hurry to get out of there before Alexander could free himself.”Margaret scowled for just a minute. “Damn, we have to go back for the dossier.”Amy smiled. “No. We don’t. At least, I did something right. I grabbed Alexander’s papers out of your suitcase and put them in my back pack. Your suitcase is still open in the middle of the room. We have credit cards passports and money. Just buy some new clothes. It is. Yet, their journey had only just begun and the worst of the hardships still lay ahead. Only 73 Gladiators managed to escape Battiatus’ Ludus, as well as several female slaves and the Ludus’ medico, out of the 200 men who fought under Quintus Battiatus’ ownership. Most of the men had fallen to arrows from the guards on the balconies as the gladiators had used a long wooden bench to lever open to gate that separated their quarters from the training yard and the rest of the ludus, protected only. She reached into her core, and with a sense of surrender she released her powers into her Mistress. Melanie’s eyes went wide and she bit her lip in surprise when a rush of power flooded into her body. She whimpered and put a hand out, leaning against the wall to brace herself as a powerful orgasm blossomed within her. Jessica’s power was a pittance compared to Melanie’s, but combined with her own…it felt like she could do anything. When she opened her eyes again, trembling slightly as she came.