They worked their way around the house, one room at a time.I enquired about the polishing of the silver, and was informed that this task belonged to t...e butler from now on, at Mr. Dawes’ instructions, due to the high value of some items. I indicated my approval of this decision.I turned to the delicate question of answering the front door.“Mr. Jones, have you been given any training in answering the front door? I wondered about it, you see?”“Eh? Answering the door? No, why?”“We butlers have. Ruby was waiting for him to go crabbing. ‘I’ve thawed fish frames, for bait,’ she said as he joined her in her fourteen foot, flat bottomed punt. ‘I need some new pots. The old ones are rusting out. We should use the old pots wire frames and this time cover them with trawl net, they’ll last longer,’ she said as she pushed off from the sand and pulled the starter cord. ‘My God Ruby you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be pulling on that old motor. Get Charlie to trade it in on an electric start. But there was no way I was going to refuse these men. Not while they had those cattle prods. Not while Mac was tied up and they were beating him and cutting him.The important thing now was just to survive. I just wanted to go back home and see if my marriage can be saved, as unlikely as that seems now.I tilted my head back, groaned in pain and despair as I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue as ordered.Cornell was in no hurry. He kept me there in that uncomfortable and humiliating. I met Danny when I was almost twenty. Danny By Janet BakerDanny was the first love of my life. I was nineteen at the time, Danny was younger but that was all right, he made up for our age difference by his unlimited enthusiasm and his devotion to me.I lived on a farm. Danny came to live with us. He was an orphan, his father unknown, his mother killed in an auto accident. Danny was bereft, he cried constantly. I comforted him and we became.