Whiskers, had done when I first brought him here ten days ago. I heard her squeal from the back, as she shouted, "a kitty!" and knew she had found Mr.... Whiskers, probably on my bed where he loved to lie in the early evening. She came back into the living room, carrying Mr. Whiskers, bundled in her arms. Mr. Whiskers accepted her better than I expected, being the independent soul that he was. Cindy had a smile on her face that was brighter than her surroundings. All her cares and worries seemed. ”“That’s the bad thing about the Order of Concubines. I won’t be a Sister until I’m chosen, or if I give up on the Presentation ceremonies and become a teacher instead.”Treya wasn’t sure how to respond. Nallee was a couple years older than her, probably twenty now, which was later than most concubines were chosen.“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Nallee said. “I get it enough from the other girls.”“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”“Besides, I’ve been talking to a nice young man. Patrig; he works at. "No. not at all. I know the guys who work here. They won't mind if I come into your booth. That's much more fun for both of us than using this hole. Can I come into your booth now?" Are you sure we won't get into any trouble? I don't want them to call the cops on us or anything." He told me again that he knew the two guys working that afternoon very well and that they're both totally cool and there was no risk of us getting into any trouble.I believed him. "OK, I just unlocked my door."And 20. Kristie had slept another eight hours. Dusk crept in when Maria rapped on her door and entered. She carried a tray with tea and cake. She also brought a pile of soft thick towels and medication.The woman poured Kristie a cup. She watched her drink and eat. Then she took her to the bathroom where she had drawn a hot, fragrant bath.Maria shaved her mound and washed her hair. Then she dried her and poured soothing oil all over the bruised and scratched body. She took extra care of the pierced.