"Leaving aside the current problem, there's three alternatives. Either we don't use them internally. Or we do and if they turn out unsuitable we carry... the costs of keeping them in house but not using them. Or we do and if they turn out unsuitable we, to put it bluntly, dispose of them in a way that doesn't put us at risk." You know I don't like wasting assets, Elly," Clegg said. I wasn't quite sure which meaning of the word 'wasting' he was using. "And I'm not keen on letting the costs of. ?I've brought you to meet dirt-bag, one of my other slaves.? Mistress said. ?What? Did you think you were the only one? Now kneel down.?Angela's head was reeling. She had never for a moment considered the possibility that Mistress might have other slaves. Was she jealous? Of course she was. Mistress's instructions not to think ran through her mind. She had to calm down, she had to show she was worthy, she had to show that she could be a better slave, more obedient, more compliant, more willing. It was beyond her comprehension how this earthbound incarnation of desire could know her name. "I'm David." He took a step closer, out of the shadows and into the halo of the street lamp, extending his hand. "Marney told me I could find you here."He explained as he gently shook Ronni's hand. That eased her mind a little. Not that she had any complaints whatsoever about her friend sending him her way, she just couldn't imagine what he could possibly want with her. "It's nice to meet you, David.. This I did ... sneakily I thought, until you caught me mucking around on Nansack and demonstrated you knew a lot more than I thought you did. Even better, you showed you’d be in favour of me becoming the goddess of the Yr’ch.”“Aye, Simon and John here guessed that from the moment you first collared them into coming here,” Roxanne nodded.“Yes, I was a bit naïve with regards to just how smart you are,” she grinned. “Well, all was more or less going to plan until Beog was torn asunder by.