He then helped me up off the bed and led me to an armchair to rest and regain my strength. ‘Well at least you didn’t scream,’ he said as he han...ed me a fresh drink for which I was grateful. ‘I didn’t really hurt you, did I?’ ‘N…no, not really. The entry did hurt, but after that, I started to enjoy it,’ I said, giving him a weak smile. ‘Well you played the role of a woman like a man,’ he said as he patted my shoulder and sat down in the next chair. I now took stock of what the other two were. The only alternative to a fate worse then death for Zena is for her to go with you on your ship as a slave," Ayla explained. Logan, not wanting to accept this, desperately looked for another option."There is no other option," said a voice from behind Logan. Logan turned to find the brunette, Zena, standing there with a bag in both hands. "If I go back to Gaia, or even arrive at Tortora as anything but your slave, my life is finished. You are my only option." But you're still a slave," Logan. Brad and Abby looked her over, and she could feel their eyes on her as she selected several songs to hear. She glanced sideways at them as she returned to her seat.Their drinks tasted refreshingly good on a hot day. Abby didn’t mind as Brad casually felt her right tit from under her arm. Two songs played then ‘Sexual Healing,’ by Marvin Gaye started. The woman stood and led her man onto the dance floor. He was about Brad’s height and weight but a little more muscular. She started to move to the. . other. And I’d skip I-35 altogether. Vanessa and Walker and Pilar were too polite to yawn as I had recited my Los Angeles surface-street triumphs.Suddenly, bright, bright lights flashed on in my rearview. Way high, some sort of monster truck. I was barely a mile past the Excelsior outskirts and I tried to hit the accelerator when — WHAM! The fucker rammed me, sending the rear of my truck spinning to the right.I was in shock, fighting the wheel, ears ringing, half-blinded. It was a second,.