None of that. Our Masters cherish their slaves. They are especially affectionate to their human ones.’I feel a small release of pressure in my mind,... and I’m able to think one clear thought before the lid is screwed tight again. ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. ‘I see from your memories, even before you were gleaned you were a slave. Slave to the search for sustenance, the need for shelter. Slave to those older, stronger, more powerful than. If any are left, they'll be gobbled up later," Noahreplied."Yeah, I forgot for a minute I was talking about a dozen college guys.I'll grab an extra dozen to make four while I'm there. They won't go towaste no matter how health conscience they are around here."I walked over and shook Corey to wake up. He opened his eyes and saw meperched above him. I told why I had gotten him up. He stood and stretchedhis muscular body.After we dressed casually, Corey and I were out the door with. I’ll bet Sue’s a hot fuck, just like Sally is, he thought. But, that’s not the only reason I love her, he reminded himself. Finally a sleepy Ernest appeared and the four enjoyed a breakfast of pancakes and bacon – their last meal at the cottage. As they were finishing, usually shy Ernest, cleared his throat. It was obvious he had something to say. ‘Er, ah, Sue and I. We…’ ‘What Ern is trying to say, Sue broke in is that we’ve decided we like each other a lot. I know it seems sudden,’ she. Still, I don't know that I have much choice. You see, he saved my butt a few years back. It was in one of those little brushfire wars in the Near East. I had taken a burst of shrapnel from a grenade, and he carried me on his back all the way to the evac helicopter. Sure, I may not care for Biff much, but, damn it, I owe him. Sometimes, I have to wonder, though.That did it! Biff went too far this time. He had to pick on Art. Art was one of my oldest friends. We went way back. Now, I hadn't known.