Slaves are almost entirely removed from the jurisdiction of the state, as it is the duty of the master to discipline their slaves and keep them in che...k. Only, when a slave proves to be dangerous to the public (as with killing or injuring a free human), they will be put down for good.However, most slaves aren’t humans. Instead, the scientists of this country have used advanced genetics to create a multitude of humanoid species, commonly referred to as demi-humans or just demis. Examples of demi. Or to put it like one of the funny songs that Master Will liked to listen to, "He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day.' That I think goes without saying, yet from what we've been told of the letters Willow and Erica write, there are those in some places of command who do not understand the need for strategic retrograde movement.:P! I've been taking a military history course for fun. What else is there to do? I rub Mistress Marissa's back and tummy when the other spouses will. "I don't hear birds." Or insects." Teri glanced up. Leaves rustled in the slight breeze. "I don't like this." What are you doing here?"Teri's eyes dropped down. The girl before them had red hair, almost unnaturally so. A shade she had definitely not seen in the group up in the clearing. She was slender, breasts small, about the same size as the freshmen. Eyes dropping down, they stopped before reaching her bush.She had no belly button.Teri blinked. OK, then."Excuse me?" Siena asked. The. Understand?" Uh, yes, Beth," Terence got out. Damian snickered quietly, and got a glare from his mother."Would you like to see more?" Beth pulled up at a stop sign and deliberately tugged her swimsuit top down to her midriff, exposing her breasts. "How's this?" She turned in the seat to face him.Terence's eyes popped. "That's..." He swallowed loudly. "Real nice..."Beth dimpled, but turned around to face front and drive. "Maybe you'll feel them up for me, later..." Uh huh..." Terence turned.