The ones I could get enough information from looked to be simply breed to be slaves.After a hectic night I went through the older groups and fogged th...ir memories and simply planted some new ones. We had too many refugees for us to handle at one time and this was the best way I knew to get them to adjust. Like the others this fog would lift slowly and they would have a chance to adjust to it. The two girls from Sookra didn't get as much of this fogging. I had to learn about where they used to. It would almost be like going to the mall with all those guys your age checking me out, except I’d be helping you get your new business started.”Luke put his arm around the middle of her body, affectionately holding her in place. She hadn’t sat on her father’s lap in a very long time, but the gesture to hold her there like he used to back when she sat in his lap almost constantly was an ingrained habit. He hadn’t even realized how much he missed having his baby girl cuddle up on her daddy’s lap. So you're gonna have to forgive me for not being a real gentleman."He started to scoop me into his arms and I placed a tiny hand on his huge bicep, "Shouldn't you see to the horse first?" I wanted to prolong my eventual fears as long as I could.He smiled and pushed his hat back, "You sure you ain't been raised on a farm?" He smiled and kissed the back of my hand. "My pappy always said, you can tell just how good a mother a woman would be if she takes care of the animals before anything else.... None of us guys did. We were all high school kids, but we had to take it seriously. That was alright, though. The job was enjoyable, although it didn’t pay much. I didn’t need much, either. I remember the first time around, it basically kept gas in my mom’s car and enough dough to take a girl out for a date. I was a man of simple tastes. It was such a small operation that the owner paid us in cash and coin, in an envelope, with the payroll deductions handwritten on the back of an order slip. I.