“Yeah. I like the group who played there tonight.”“The Washer Women? You like Celtic music?”“Yeah, why shouldn’t I? It has a nice beat. I ...wish I could get some of their CDs.”“You listen to CDs?” Kit asked.“They sound better I think, don’t you? Mom has a really good sound system at home.”“Your mom is an audiophile? I’m learning all these new things about you, Nichelle.”“My mom loves music. She was dating the choir director of her church for a while and he helped her set it up. If I rip a CD and. They would be boarding the cruise ship in the morning - no sense unpacking only to repack. Instead, he pulled out his toiletries bag and a fresh shirt. A quick shave, a bit of anti-perspirant, and he buttoned his shirt. As he ran a comb through his thinning hair, his vanity prevented him from seeing himself as he truly was. He looked absurd in the polyester shorts, down to his pasty-white knees, and the gaudy tropical print shirt. Don believed he was ready for a little action.Finding no. "Oh," Martin said suddenly, "we nearly forgot. Tina and I have a couple of things for you. We'll just go and get them." Back in a tick." Tina grinned as she stood up."I'll freshen your glasses." I responded as they left the room.I filled the glasses and sat back down again, from upstairs I heard the sounds of them moving about, then there was silence. A few moments later I swore I heard a cry, but put it down to my imagination. Ten minutes later the pair of them returned, they both looked. I tried not to think about what would happen when we arrived at my new owner’s home. He hadn’t paid double for a young virgin because he planned on sleeping alone. Hell, compared to every-fucking-thing else, my impending rape seems so much less crushing than it once did. I just had to smile and endure. Smiles are easily faked, and I would withstand the physical act. I just need to focus on one fucking day at a time. That’s how I’ll fucking survive.An unfamiliar scent came from the entrance..