I smile down at her as her eyes go wide and I see her head snap up to look at me and exhale all her breath out of her body. I give her a minute to cat...h her breath… My wife wraps her arms under Faiths shoulder and holds her shoulders… I pull out slowlly till my spear is outside her entrance, barelly inside… then slam back in. I give her ten of these, then change it up to slow in/outs. Until she is used to what Im doing to her. Meanwhile my thrusts are pushing Faiths lower body around and her. When he is strong enough to stand, he told to strip fast. I see he hesitates, looks at the warden, she draws her pistol and summarily shoots him in the head. Two thralls, quickly take the body to the side of the dock and toss it into the sea. It sounds heartless, but actually it is better for the survivors to understand that disobediences will not be tolerated. It causes less scaring, and keeps the product worth more on the open market. Is it cruel, yes but what these future slaves do not. ”“About what?”“Us. Our future. Marcus wants to marry me.”“He proposed to you?”“No, Mom. He didn’t have to -- we’ve known that’s where we’re headed for a long time. You know he wants to be a chef. He’s been accepted at the CIA in New York.”“The Culinary Institute? That’s quite an honor.”“You know I’m heading to the fashion design program at Victor State here in town. Basically we have the rest of the school year and the summer together. Then we’ll be half a continent apart. We don’t know if we. She just kept carryin on and on about what a small world it is and such and she could hardly believe it was me. She moved to behind my seat and talked to me nonstop. She asked where I lived and I told her. She said “damn boy! You got your own trailer!”, “you gonna let me come over to see it sumtime?” When we got to her stop, she the two k**s jumped down the stairs and waited on the door to open. I stood to say bye and she came up and gave me a hug, her wet shirt was stretched so tight round her.