Although it?s set in the antebellum South, I have not done extensive research and cannot guarantee complete historical accuracy. Most of the names, ho...ever, are taken from actual records of slave-owners and their slaves. If you are looking for a quick, wham-bam-thank-you-sir jack-off story, this is probably not the story for you, at least not yet. The following is an extended introduction to what I envision as a continuing, multi-part series. I imagine it as the equivalent of a television. Her eyes fluttered open and as soon as she saw him looming over her, and finding herself on a bed, Katrina started to scream, hitting out, desperate to get away, thinking she was back in that nightmare she had been living the last three months. ‘Leave me alone, don’t touch me!’ ‘Hey lady, calm down.’ Holding up his hands, palms out, he stepped back. ‘I’m not going to touch you. You fainted. See, I promise, I’m not going to touch you.’ ‘Stay over there!’ ‘OK.’ he walked over to the dresser, and. She had a feeling he would be happy to scratch her itch.Prue also found she was separated from the rest of the passengers. When they dined that evening, she found that there were only four other women aboard. Two of them were married, and the other two were their companions.The ladies didn’t approve that Prue didn’t have a companion, widow or not. They all had twenty plus years on her and she had nothing in common with any of them. She was amused that they thought that she was from. At the hospital Mary can hardly hold back from running, but she knows not to run in the car park or the hospital corridors. In the ward she rushes to his bed and she sits down beside Matt while being careful not to knock him and hurt his bruises or move his broken limbs. Then she’s spitting out words faster than he can follow them. Matt, Alice, and Joe smile when Mary rattles on at high speed while they eat. After a few minutes she slows down and she starts to eat her salad roll.For the next.