The laugh was likely at myexpense.Outside the door the waitress was standing smoking a cigarette which shequickly put out. "What are you going to do w...th him now," she asked? "Comealong to our car and see," A_ replied. "I would give him to you but he issorely in need of a break before he breaks. He is, however, in for onemore exercise in humility."We were going to my car. A_ had the keys which she had taken when she cutmy pockets out. She also had my wallet, which was now lighter as she hadused. His whole body hurt, and he knew he had gravel and dirt embedded in his skin. He heard the crunch of boots and someone hauled him up. He kept his head down, exhausted. His long hair kept him from seeing who it was, but it had to be one of the two men. ‘Welcome to Mistress Raell’s ownership.’ Riley whispered to him. Drake could only pant in reply. Raell quickly took charge. ‘We can stop here briefly. Devon- let the horses drink. Riley- if the new slave doesn’t run let him was out those cuts. I talked with her about the latest events with Liz and Amanda. What’s going on professionally as well, family life and just plain old thoughts I have during the week.“I’ve looked up this Steven St. Croix person you told me about James and I must say he is quite the character.” “You did? And what do you think Doc?” She finished writing something down in her notepad then looked up at me. “Let me ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me and more importantly I want you to be. She said she was feeling great."Must be all those male hormones I've been getting injected with," she confided to us on the bus.Yes, once again on the bus, this time on our way to the University of Western Ontario for the Regional showdown.I don't mean to sound blasé about it, but the night before, I had witnessed a genuine emotional meltdown caused by premenstrual syndrome, something that I had, as a man, always laughed off as an excuse for any behavior out of the ordinary. My mind was tired.