As she approached to help the poor guy, a gruff voice spoke from behind her, "You're late, slave!"Mindy spun around to face the man in green coveralls...with the name of an elevator company embroidered on the pocket."Uhm..." she began to speak when she was grabbed from behind."Hey!" she shrieked.The two men manhandled her onto a workbench and shackled her down with her arms outstretched above her head."Wait!" she yelled. "You're making a mistake! I'm not a slave!" That's what they all say," one. . and her none of her friends have come anywhere near me. AND you said you’d already forgiven me for standing there when the drunk bitch kissed me. Is this why? How long has this been going on?”Alyssa couldn’t find a response. I just looked at her, disgusted, then turned and walked away.This argument continued through the whole day, any time we had a chance to talk. Finally, at the end of the day I just told her I had to go. I left to go home. On the way, I stopped into the local store for. Her return took a shade over an hour, she arrived as wet as an otters pocket, dripping and cold, reality had arrived. In silence I helped her off with her wet outer clothes, threw her a dressing gown and pointed out the bathroom, it was not the time for words. by now the water was hot, these wood fires being pretty efficient, and the work linking the place to the farm cattle water supply has proved so useful. After a shower, and now dressed in a nighty and a dressing gown clasping a hot drink. There were no celebrities graciously giving of their holiday time. No big name corporate sponsors. Ujamaa, who now managed the shelter for his aging father, spent every spare moment trying to form alliances with other entrepreneurs but most often met with derision in spite of his sincere attempts. His ideas were sound, but most found his gruff manner somewhat off-putting. Ujamaa envied Kuumba’s easy way with people, and harbored more than a little concern about his sister’s future with the.