There was little said between any of us. Quinlan and Anarion had long transcended the need for idle chatter, and my 'master' and I said as little to e...ch other as possible. The enormity of Quinlan's words and the changes that my life had undergone, more than ill temper or discomfort from my virgin experience upon horseback, robbed me of any desire for conversation.That evening, somewhere between Tilverton and Arabel —as far in the wild as I had ever been—the rift between Anarion and myself grew. ? I went as quickly as I could to the female slave. ?Would you like to turn the nut?? The master interrupted ?First why don't you explainto my pet what you are going through, and why, so that she may learn from yourmistakes.? I started to explain as quickly as I could, makingsure it was loud enough for Jim to hear ? I didn't want to get zapped for delaying! ?Iam being punished for masturbating without permission. I don't know wheremy clothes are. My Love put my hands into this. "I can only just about afford this place but I finally decided it was time to get out of those grotty nurses' quarters at the hospital." She went on to explain how she'd just been recently promoted to her senior position. "More responsibility and little more money... There's not a lot of other stuff for me to spend my time or money on so I set myself up here."We clinked glasses and drank to ourselves. There was a soft Irish-sounding melody coming from her stereo and she bade me relax as she. Knowing he was not going to get an answer from her, Bishop tilted her head slightly, breaking the stare, but continued to look over the bruises on Angels cheek. How long has she been with you, Rich? Eleven years, Rich responded, taking his beer from the girl next to him. That long, eh? Rich nodded. How old are you sweetheart? Angel didnt respond. Her jaw clenched, and she continued to stare Bishop down, but he wasnt watching her eyes. Twenty-two, Rich responded for her. Hm. Elevens a pretty.