Lia sighed. ?Because I don’t trust any of you not to try something stupid. But mainly, it’s for appearance. I am not here to rescue random slaves ...after all,? she said pompously. Then, seeing the look Aelina was giving her, Lia subsided. ?But I will do my best for you three anyway.??For nothing in return?? Imelda asked snidely.Lia slapped the human hard across the cheek. ?You call me ‘Mistress’, and you treat me properly. I might not want slaves, and I might not be willing to beat you, but I am. That quaint event was captured by a professional photographer and pictures were distributed to the news media. In the way of quirkly news reporting, a copy of that photograph was published in a newspaper in Wyoming where it attracted the attention of a young woman, Lorelei Drinkwater. Lorelei cut out the picture and stuck it on her fridge, she was faintly interested because firstly, she rode horses and secondly, she was going to the South Island of New Zealand in five month’s time with the. You're lucky I got you in when I did," Ms. Bowler added. "Yes ma'am," I politely replied as I walked to the door following Alice. I closed the door behind me, and turned to Alice, "Hey, Alice? How do I get to the pool?" "You don't know where the pool is?" She asked with innocent laughter in her voice. I shook my head No. "Alright. Follow me." She started walking down the hallway. I followed her. After we had pushed through the horde of students blocking the hallway, Alice asked me, "You do know. Anyway, I even got as far as working out exactly how I was going to dispose of Dave Laurence. Early on Sunday mornings during the summer, he was in the habit of taking a ride on his Norton motorcycle. It didn’t matter where he went on any particular Sunday, because he always finished up at his golf club where he played a round. Usually alone, but sometimes with a neighbour of his who was a policeman, they started early and then usually took a drink or two in the bar, before Laurence rode the.