The days dragged as Doctor Abrams tried various treatment options. Polly was back in less than a week, and Hawk came over when it was time for me to g... home. We enjoyed the trip back. Air Force One was a wonderful way to travel, even if we had to talk over the results of my stay in Sweden."Angela has some kind of recurring infection, most likely caused by the plague. Her body produced antibodies for everyone else except her. As crazy as that sounds, her blood can heal millions, but not her.". .. very troubling indeed.I felt a tickle run up my leg and placed a hand in the area to scratch at that spot. I adjusted myself in the chair as I felt my underwear start to ride up into my crotch. I wanted to fix the problem but knowing full well that everyone would see me doing this, decided to try and wait until class was over and make adjustments then.I brought my feet back under the desk from their stretched position and heard a familiar little click-click of my pumps as them came into. He turned his attention to the slaves, staring back at him with uncertainty. They weren’t rejoicing at the death of their captors, fair enough. After all, Noah hadn’t killed them in order to free the slaves or anything like that. As far as they knew, he was about to kill them all or just take them all and sell them himself. Each of them was a variable, possibly benefiting or dooming him. It would be best to just let them go, but he decided to get some use out them first.The slave traders had. I had met Maria about six months earlier there at the café. She was 28 at the time. Her Aunt owned the place, and Maria helped sometimes. She was an anomaly for a girl from Portugal. She was tall, a little over 5’10”. She wasn’t slim; maybe willowy was better. She weighed about 120 pounds, with gentle flowing curves rather than ostentatious ones. Long legs that won’t quit. She had (I guessed at the time; I really wasn’t an expert at this) 34B breasts that seemed to have an attitude. Her long.