She tucked the blouse in and headed for the kitchen where she repeated the jam sandwich bit of earlier and looked longingly at the coffee pot. She pee...ed into the bathroom, expecting it to resemble a murder scene but things were going surprisingly well. Water was only on three quarters of the floor and bubbles were only on about half. Both children were out, standing back to back and getting dry. The must have taken her seriously, a thought that worried her for a second, it seemed almost too. Maybe even fighting over who would own me! Wong knew that today, in just a few moments, she would be hauled up on the platform, to be offered for sale to the highest bidder, to be sold and bought and owned like any other commodity, like a bowl, like any kitchen utensil. And she knew enough of men to know that her chances of going to sleep as virgin tonight were slim or nonexistent, as any probable owner would claim her as his own, her body his sexual property, to use and abuse in any way he. “The thing is that Arthur Foley passed away in this very town, not half a mile from where we are now. He was, I believe, visiting the book festival, Oh, it must have been ten years back. I think he was due to present a talk on the art of writing sci-fi, but he didn’t live long enough. He passed away in his room at the guesthouse where he was staying.”“Was he ill?” I asked.“Well that was the strange thing, according to Taffy Jones, who runs the ‘Brecon View’. That’s the guesthouse you. Me: Anything is quite a broad word. I can’t permit everything.Dean: I understand. You can choose one thing as your hard limit. Only one thing and choose sensibly.I decided that it was better to finish this in 15 days. Even on my single mistake, they will punish me and have more opportunities in a month. I said yes to Dean, and his eyes glitter up.Dean: Good and brave decision, miss Juhi. What do you want as your hard limit?After a lot of thought, I said, “I don’t want any pee humiliation.”Dean:.