Pain is nothing to her these days. I think we should have her fight one of the others soon to see how her training has improved her. She will do well,... I have no doubt. Slave Patti will be a good opponent now that Slave Olga has left us."Francine, idle for a change, was standing in the courtyard. She had been freed from her chain at dawn and fed on her usual disgusting but nourishing breakfast before being sent on a twelve mile training run. After gulping down the cup of warm and filthy tasting. The Brit was like a big brother by that time.Even though we each did our own thing, we slept together. Well in the same bed anyway. I enjoyed the steady breathing next to me, I have no idea what he enjoyed, but obviously there was something.It was raining hard the next day. Everybody canceled everything, including me and the bike ride. Even the hard ass Brit said, "Fuck it," and rolled over to sleep an extra hour.After that hour I went to the drive through at Hardee's for biscuits. We quickly. Then, when they ran Jason's DNA through CODIS, the computer screen lit uplike a Christmas tree; three rapes, two deviant sexual assaults, and themurder of a sorority girl, who took a header from the second-story fireescape of yet another downtown dance club - all previously unsolved. Boththat girl and Terri Tunney had fought their attacker valiantly, as tracescrapings from beneath their fingernails had attested. The sorority girlbore the same pattern and dimensions of bruising from. Freddy being the name given to a very important part of me and not to be spoiled by a premature ejaculation. And always remembered, Deborah had her solution for that, given a pair of her thongs … I wonder if she will remember… As always, remembering Deborah’s taste, I wore a pair of burgundy Calvin Kline boxer shorts, she hated briefs, much preferred boxers – closing the bathroom door behind me I made for the bed with its attractive burgundy duvet to match the decor, Deborah was particular.