So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have... certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my unwitting test material as I check out different sites by posting them there. Otherwise, have fun. I'll drop writers. It was time; she was ready for her fate and fame to begin. He led her to the stair; the guests were waiting for her arrival with anticipation to see who the Lord had chosen as his next concubine. Her appearance was majestic to say the least; oddly she felt the power of what being chosen was and what it availed her even then. She descended the stair, chin held high as if she had been born to rule at Lord Drakell’s side, in truth she had. James walked beside her and guided her through the parted. "He nodded but answered with a question. "Why did you put 'slave' on your auction offer?" Matty suggested it. She's my best friend at work. We thought it might bring in a little more money than 'housework' did last year." How much differently did you expect to be treated when you went to work as a slave rather than as a houseworker?" I didn't really think about it. It was a spur of the moment idea. Not much I suppose. Perhaps be ordered about a bit more, maybe made to wear a skimpy dress." I. You could be making that up. You could havetaken the knowledge of my mom's maiden name from my memory.* Pamela saidindignantly.*Yes, I could have. However I can prove that I was Rory O'Brien. I wasmarried to Magda for 6 years, before she disappeared with our daughterAlice. Check the newspapers on the raid yesterday, they should reportthat my name is the dead person your group left behind.*Pamela snidely commented, *Well, I'm going to find that out. Now willyou please be quiet. I don't need your.