I was dumb stuck at her beauty, was staring for a moment. I didn’t want to get caught peeping at her. So I left without drying my clothes. After her...bath she came to work at 5 PM. I thought of talking to her when she was sweeping the floor and was close to me, but couldn’t, my heart started beating heavily. I couldn’t gather my courage to talk to her.Later I saw her bathing 2-3 times as she used to take bath before coming to work. I used to go up on purpose to see her beauty. I started playing. Her mouth now is set, grim. She has a job ahead of her, serving her Master and training his lesser slaves. Her ears are tested to be extreme in thier reach and frequency range. Her skin is a vision that makes merely beautiful women weep with despair. The only permanent mark I ever left on her skin is under her right eye. Jan says that is her good eye. Some slaves who have felt her crop across thier ass more than a few times would beg to differ. Under that right eye, she wears a. "Molly sat and thought for a second as she planned how to do as Olivia commanded. She found the zipper of her jacket and was about to zip it up."I ordered you to unzip your coat, Molly. I haven't given you permission to zip it up."Molly glanced back at Olivia and really wanted to growl at her but hid it and turned back. She then took a deep breath and pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her jacket, leaving the coat tucked behind her. Then in one quick, smooth motion, Molly stripped her shirt. " Happy volunteers in our labor exchange program," the Militia man said."Now we few girls must work twice as hard to replace the missing men. But at least the Germans all have freshly laundered clothes." She allowed just the right measure of scorn in her tone. As always, she was playing a part: a downtrodden but beaten young woman, someone who resented the status quo but would rebel no more openly than an icy barb or a muttered aside. It was fine if the Germans and the traitors thought her a.