' I'd died often enough not to feel fear, as much as trepidation about how, and where. The truth, when I told myself the truth, was that I had grown t...ired of wondering and wanted to get it over with, and hopefully reclaim my family in some other body, and live something resembling a normal life.'Be very careful what you wish for, ' could be one way to look at the lack of a defining event, because as long as I was still here, someone else wasn't prematurely dead. That was good. On the other. They too acted like jerks and had been in such a hurry not even giving her a chance to talk. They seemed as pushy as the guy that had wanted to talk with Jason. They pulled her up out of her seat roughly and walked her out the back door in a hurry. She hadn’t even had a chance to grab her purse. Then they told her to get in the car. As soon as she fell into the front seat it took off before she could even get her seat belt on. So there she was with this guy she had never met before and he was. "Hello sir! I see you have interest in buying a slave. no? and what is it you're looking for today?" he asked cheerily. Travis looked down at the man, who was considerably shorter then him, with a small frame. "I'm not sure, it doesn't really matter what she looks like I guess, as long as she's hot." Travis thought again of Andys slave "Oh, and anything goes. She has to be untrained. I want to do that myself" he finished, the small man took it all in before leading Travis to the back wall and. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ was his friend’s reply, ‘can I get you something to drink, Miss Nemesis?’ She was acutely aware of the heat of him as he sat beside her, but refused to acknowledge it or his inviting scent. ‘One shot of vodka,’ she told him, and with a nod he turned to the approaching waitress and ordered her drink and a scotch for himself. She chatted idly with Mr. Lazarus, and when the drinks came, she tossed hers back and demanded the details. She put on a pair of glasses and leafed.