She was in her pajama’s, sitting in her chair looking at a magazine. A lot of the older residents didn’t sleep well and spent most of the night aw...ake.She looked up as I entered, “Charlotte, what’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”She shook her head and smiled, “Jamal, hello. No, I’m not tired. Is it time for breakfast?”Oh my. Charlotte at the best of times had the mind of a 10-year-old, but sometimes that of a 5-year-old. “No, not yet. Why don’t you come down to the TV room with me?”I helped her up, she was. As T/they were on a farm which frequently hosted weddings, the reception was a mere 200 meters away in a barn set up to host such events. The guests followed behind as Mistress led Her crawling slave by leash to the next locale. Mistress purposely led Her slave over gravel or rocks whenever possible to increase his suffering which brought a smile to Her face. slave sometimes cried out in pain during the journey, but was also grateful that his suffering pleased Mistress and wanted nothing more. Even if these were the only spaceships belonging to the FBs, they had a vast armada and looked to be building more as fast as they could turn them out.OK, time for the big confrontation. Jacob sent a message via FTL radio to the planet asking for a meeting to discuss the situation. He pointed out that he had 16 ships with his fleet, but just one of them could reduce the FB planet to rubble. However, he much preferred to talk. Without much hope, he asked the FBs to be reasonable.He was not. .. you were like to halves of ... bloody words ... the memory is not enhanced by alcohol you know. You were like concentric circles, fitting within one another ... or does that sound too suggestive?" Of course it does, which is exactly how things should be Lady H!" I laughed. It was wonderful to hear the old woman in full flow again, with her tipsy innuendoes and sudden insights. I had already gathered from Margaret that her mother was drinking much less these days. When Em began to slide her.