The thing was, the old man was dead and there were chores to be done. That bog hole had to be drained and the milk shed needed the roof patched. There... was so much work to do and he was stuck here in this damned church.The open, home made casket sat on crude sawhorses that had been draped with black cloth the preacher had dug up somewhere. Annie Martin, the old man's daughter-in-law had insisted that the funeral services be held in the old country church where old Frank had been in faithful. Finally getting the level of sounds under control Lexi helped Riley shut the shudders as the storm intensified which also helped to muffle the sound of the storm slightly. Lexi went and checked on her mother who was blissfully painting away in the solarium, with a smile she went upstairs to her mother’s room, she put a large stack of towels on a table, added a second wash basin, made sure there was plenty of wood stacked by the fireplace, moved the cradle over by the fireplace and covered it. A permanent reminder that they are the property of their football club and a reminder of their purpose in life as a form of entertainment. No longer a man. No longer free.Slave number 3 closes his eyes momentarily in despair at his predicament. The oldest slave on the team, he still remembers the time when he was free and a man. A wealthy footballer with all the trappings that the game brought a young man of extreme talent. He remembers when he spent the morning before a game driving to. He couldn't move if he wanted to.Then the door opened and tuxedo clad Holly peered in."Hi gorgeous boyfriend. Doing okay?" she said softly. "You were soooohot in my quinceanera tonight. If your mum weren't around, I could justeat you all up! She's talking to Mrs Jacobson, so we have about twominutes flat alone."Pausing for a moment, she lent forward and kissed Tabitha full on themouth. Stopping a moment, she looked into his eyes and plunged again,this time forcing her tongue into his.