And what question was she talking about? He heard the barest of sounds and felt her warm breath in his ear."I want to see you suck another man's cock,... she whispered.There it was. The reason for everything. The reason he was blindfolded and cuffed. The reason she kept giving him wine. The reason she kept saying to trust her."I ... I don't think I can," Dave told her, his stomach, despite the wine, turning in knots. He wanted to get up, to get away, but something kept him there. He had thought. When she doesn’t say anything after about a minute, he says in a high whisper, “Hey, what’s the matter?”“Sorry, nothing,” she answers, looking at him as if it were the first she noticed that he was there.“What’s the matter,” he asks again, more serious this time.“It’s just my husband was so mean. I thought when I ran away I would never find someone else. Then you come to this school and you are so perfect. I get wet just thinking about you and it’s so hard to think about not going somewhere. The rest of the breakfast conversation was about what everyone was going to do that day.Most were going to continue sight-seeing around the northern part, near where Cleo talked about. Then the plan was that the girls were going to go back to the ranch and pack everything into the cargo ship and eventually bring it to Atlantis. That way Annabelle could go back to school during the week and Maren could bring her back on the weekends.The Lieutenant laughed and explained how outrageous that sounds. He said, "That's what we can afford to pay you."Raven picked up the paper expecting to see something like ten dollars an hour written on it. It was a six figure number. She stared at the figure scrawled on the piece of paper open mouthed realizing that it was a salaried position she was being offered. No one had ever even talked about her working for a salary in the past.Voice breaking, she asked, "Is this for a year or what you'll pay me over the next ten years?" It's for the year." Wow." It's.