”“You feel very special to me. I think you are very special.”Things were about to get very emotional, but suddenly my stomach let out a growl. A... small one first; and then, another, louder one. She stiffened a bit but then she started chuckling. I groaned.“I’m sorry, my stomach is not very romantic.”After that, she was giggling almost uncontrollably. I tried to figure out something to say but her laughter was contagious and I couldn’t help laughing myself. Which in turn, made my stomach growl. Some of you undoubtedly have questions about us, these we can answer during our trip to England."Fuck England! Just let me die," screamed a woman, as she began wrestling with a nurse again.Ciar and Sorcha immediately stepped over next to her. "So you would prefer to be a dead victim, rather than a survivor?" asked Ciar in a hard voice, as those around them moved back."You want to tell the slavers and other scum that you are not strong enough to survive. The door is over there. From there it is. .."I offered him a cup with a relaxing drink spiced with mild sedatives. Hegrimaced, but after I insisted, he forced the liquid down."My head..." Bemariq whined."You need to rest." I pushed Bemariq back down to his bed. "Everything'sfine."My husband couldn't look straight at me, but he smiled. "Alright." Hisvoice was hoarse and weary. "Thank you, Sirin."The worm was dormant in its box, but I still placed it inside a sturdylocked casket. The control device I kept to myself.Outside, I met the. “Surprise!” Kara said, then kissed me. She whispered in my ear, “And you get to take me home later!”I nodded, and she slid her blouse sideways to show me the strap of the lace teddy. I was instantly hard. I also realized that meant she wasn’t wearing a bra! For Kara, that was crazily risqué! She smirked when she saw the recognition on my face.I whispered in her ear, “You’re being bad, Kara!”Stephanie greeted both of them with a hug. She didn’t seem surprised, so I asked her about it.“Dad’s.