" Yes, Ma'am. That is completely agreeable. Let's hit that there water, cuz I'm dirty and sweaty, an' I need ta wash it off afore I touch ya. Oh, my n...me is Andy Hopper. What's yers?" My name is Elizabeth White Water. I am a Cherokee Christian and I am from the northeastern part of the Cherokee Nation. I was kidnapped over a week ago by some Choctaws and brought south to be sold as a sex-slave within the Choctaw Nation. I hope that I can convince you to assist me in returning to my home." We. " she said. "Exactly. You are my property, you are my slave. You are here for my pleasure. Now say it," I commanded. "I am your slave, Master, your property. I am here for your pleasure." "That's better. You are mine, completely mine. This means that you belong to me body, mind and even soul. You know that don't you?" "Yes, Master," she answered breathlessly. This kind of talk was really turning her on. "Good." Lawan stood there, her limbs spread tautly so that she could hardly even bend her. I had eaten some pemmican while I was making the trip. Hooper wasn't in his office, so I went to a nearby saloon to talk to the bartender. I wanted to get some background on Anson Hooper while I had the chance and before I met him.At first, the bartender was unexpectedly closed mouth about Mr. Hooper, but he loosened up and gave me what little he knew. Hooper was a recent arrival in town, and nobody knew where he came from. He did talk funny, so they figured that he was a damyankee, though they. . yes, of course, that would be nice” I said, suddenly my life was changing, he wanted to buy me a nice dress, obviously to show me off to his group of social gatherers, the shopping trip took a turn for the better, we were into some very posh gown shops, trying them on, Julia couldn’t resist the temptation to try a few on, the assistants were round us like bees round a honey pot, they could obviously smell a good sale brewing, I looked at a black beaded full length gown, low fronted, no back,.