By the way, love, do you remember Jack, my editor? Well he sent me an email, telling me he was driving through here on the way to Nashville next week....He then told me that if it was ok with me, he wanted to take me out to dinner and help me just forget about things for a while. I know he has the hots for me so I promptly reminded him that I am still married and faithful to you. He then told me not to worry as we were just going out and having some fun. Somehow, he forgot to mention he talked. "Thank you, Kimberly," I joked. "Fuck you," she shot back. "See what we women have to put up with?" Yeah, but you get to hit from the red tees and you're both out-drivingme anyhow." "Hey, come out here tomorrow and we'll dress you up in women's clothesand you can hit from the red tees, too, okay?" "I just might take you up on that," I joked. They looked at each otherand laughed. Then Kimberly hit a booming shot with the wind at her back,and I knew I wasn't going to win this hole. But the ball. Even though my intentions were to 'buy a boy for the weekend, still I thought that being a switch I would not have any trouble with changing my original thoughts and attending instead as a slave to sell for the auction. The host smiled and sort of relieved answered that in this case there would not be any problem, but of course I would have to change over to the slave waiting area instead now and not continue sitting and chatting here with him like a master would. He gave me one of the. Sophia waited unable to do anything but wait and after a short time the guard returned bringing with him another dozen men, they all looked at her and talked and laughed with each other in the foreign language making crude and suggestive gestures, Finally one of them spoke to her in broken and crude elven “Witch , you fuck us or” he held up a vicious looking whip. For Sophia it was an easy decision either she cooperated or they whipped her and then raped her , so she may as well miss out on the.