My key ring, the drive and the iPod and its microphone attachment were handed back to me on the other side without comment.Now I needed a little priva...y. As I reloaded my pockets I casually asked the guard where I might find the nearest men's room, and was pointed down a corridor. But first I had to pass through the entry rotunda, as high as the building itself—well, it was only three stories above ground level—and culminating in a paneled circular skylight. Nervous though I was, it was. You weren't the nastiest of the slavers, you feed your lot well, regularly cleaned them and never beat them so fa it would have any lasting damage.Amy, around 20,had been in your service for two years. She did what you said without a second thought. She was in good shape, her long blond hair wasn't badly roughed up, you kept her clean which made all the difference and after years of service she still suited certain urges well, still nice and tight with perky bouncing breasts, she had even. The three men rose and stood in the high grass, only ten feet away, listening to us with smiles on their faces."Your praise honors us all," I said, half-laughing with embarrassment. "Hajin is a true warrior's mentor," I thought.We discussed the teen group I'd started and the nature of the new skirmish weapon they were learning. Hajin liked my ideas for how the bolos could take down fleeing men or disrupt a horse charge and we swapped banter over our meal. We were all but done when Katsu came. There is a single bed in the corner against the wall, and a big armchair in the centre of the timber floor. The room is dimly lit by a shaded lamp in another corner, and I have to stand close to it to read the typed note I’ve picked up from the chair: “Good afternoon Mr. Wolf. You must follow these directions exactly, if you ever want to see Miss Hood again!” A grin splits my face as I continue reading, unsure as to what you are up to, but happy to play the game. I have the blindfold on, and.