This is Stacy. I’ll be your host for this story. The following serial novel is surprisingly true for the most part, and the inaccurate parts are mos...ly for narrative structure. All of the characters exist, and most of the events have occurred. This is an important story. It’s about sex and slavery, but it’s also about your life, and my life, and how we get through it all. It’s an experiment, but it’s also a manifesto. This has all happened for a reason. I want to change people for the better,. He placed them down as Mandy reappeared with a cordless telephone. He took the phone and dialed the number, placing the charge of the call on his credit card. As the other end began to ring, he stood up and began to walk around. The place was not bad, for such limited space, he thought. There was a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. There were two doors down a short hallway; he figured was the bathroom and bedroom. He continued to pace as he talked to someone on the other end.. ”“Wash naked in the stream? Yes, I think so; take Straba with you.” Straba was a cook’s help, she wasn’t attractive or intelligent, but she was good at doing what she was told (which in the case of the cook was ‘stir this’ or ‘lift your skirts’ – he was a man of simple pleasures. He was kind to her though, and fed her well, unlike what some would have done with a simpleton).August made it known that upstream was not allowed until the women returned. He didn’t point out that the pool would be. Perhaps the boy just liked sharpening swords as a hobby.Putting his glove back on his hand, the guard looks around for something. Seeing an odd piece of processed lumber that had fallen from a cart nearby, he motions the young man to follow him.After standing it upright he said “If you can cut this in half, I’ll –”The wood cut apart at a perfectly parallel angle with the ground. The sword was sheathed before the gatekeeper could say anything else.“Hm.” The guard said, his eyebrows raised. He.