"Quit yer fighting, whore. You are bound to a noble's bed, and our pockets will be heavy with silver!" The slavers cackle, evil breath from behind rot...en teeth. I know I could thrash any two or three of them, but an entire press gang waylaid me, and a bash to the back of my skull put me down. My mother would be ashamed of her daughter, a proud mountain woman, to be caught so easily, but I had fallen to the vile wine of the lowlands and was weak.I strain and flex my muscles, testing the bonds. I could easily have disputed his belief system, at least where it concerned me.Some of the social science people have been given more input into this experiment, than I would have liked. Nonetheless you seem to be managing better than anyone expected. You handled the retaliation for your shooting without it becoming national news and we didn't have to bail you out at all. The social science people consider that a big success.We haven't had to stage an accident to get rid of you, or to explain. “Please say you’re going too!” She reminded me of a little girl at Christmas. I got a drink and started reading the details to the trip. The details included the dates, cost, transportation details, and a little about the Hedonism resorts. I was the only one in the group that had been there before. I had 3 weeks of vacation left at work, I had the money. I couldn’t see any reason not to go. After give me a few minutes, Liz started back. “SO? You’re the only one who’s been there! And I want to. I surprise him by taking a bottle of chardonnay and a couple of glassesfrom my tote bag. It is a beautiful late summer's day, the sun is shiningthrough the trees, I could not be happier."So sweetheart, why doesn't you scrunchie match your blouse," I ask himpouring him a glass of wine."It's a shirt, and I don't have a hair tie this colour so I wear a blackone," he says."Well look what I've got for you," I say showing him a scrunchie thatmatches his blouse."Where did you get that, I've been.