I am the Man of the House. Right now, I’m walking outside in the vast yard which surrounds my mansion. Watching my women as they work for me. It’s...freezing cold outside and they’re out there working. Doing what I tell them to do. Like taking out the trash. Notice how reticent women are when it comes time to take out the trash? They’ll make any excuse not to do it. Well, not at my house. They will do as they are told or I will whip them. That’s why I carry my whip. A six-foot-long black leather. ” Nodding to Suzanne.They then chit chatted and went out for lunch together. Ben main business now is looking after Helena affairs on a personal nature. There is a little shop traffic that he quickly attends to.After lunch Helena and Fred returned to their home happy now they had seen everyone they needed to. Fred had decided to carry on with the Victorian Project the following week. He was mapping the properties in Queensland and NSW, similar to the Vanuatu map for Helena to see. For Fred that. Janos spent the night with us in the same bed. It was the only bed in the room, and we didn’t have the heart to make him sleep on the floor. The next morning, we went back to the slave pen and swapped Janos for Orsino. There was very little to distinguish one from the other when one looked at them. The question was what would Orsino be like in bed?Actually, neither Hippolyte nor I was feeling very amorous this morning. Janos had kind of burned that out of us yesterday. However, we were. As I set the books onto their shelves I let my mind wonder. I had quite the habit of zoning out unless I was actively engaged with something that could hold my interest. My older sister had always liked to refer to me by the old slang term "space cadet" whenever I got too lost in my own head. My mind liked to jump around from topic to topic which was both a boon for when I was bored and a bane when it came to staying on topic during my writing. It was probably the reason it's taken me over six.