"Except perhaps Lisa.It was true that Colette treated her slave rather better than most slave-owners. Lisa was rarely left as badly scarred from a whi...ping as many of the slaves she'd seen, whose backs were an ugly mess of raised welts and not-yet-healed wounds. She'd never suffered the ignominy of being manacled to the public stocks and pelted with mouldy fruit and toilet waste by the children of those too poor to afford slaves of their own. But on the other hand, she didn't appreciate being. I love you too. I have dinner ready, come eat." You won't have to tell me twice."As we ate, we caught up with the past weeks events. When it was time for bed, we took our time and made love for what seemed like hours. I went to sleep very happy.I woke up Saturday morning with Mel in my arms. It felt so good just lying there holding her. I considered lying there until much later, but nature was calling as usual. I relieved myself and as normal, found my boys making breakfast."How did your game. Only I was now to do something for my family. So I went to meet the Begamsab where my father was working. I asked her to give me job instead of my father. She told me that it is too difficult. You have no an experience. Hoe could you manage it all. I requested her to give me a chance I will try my best to manage, as we have no the other way. She looked me for a while and then she told its ok. You can come from tomorrow; I will help myself to you to learn those that you cannot. I came to home. “ Well, is she there?” my mother asked. “Yes”, I said. “Good” and she disappeared upstairs.I watched her go up and hoped that this didn’t mean trouble. I hoped Anne was now decent.But finally, it appeared, my luck was good. She had asked Anne to “babysit” as she and my father had had a late invitation to dinner that evening. When she told me about her plans, she looked at me suspiciously as I had a shit eating grin, when normally I would be pissed off at the need for a babysitter. She prepared.