"I have been given no threats, Master," she said even as she recalled Norlan's parting words to her and her fellow slaves."Then what compels you?" Whe...n Amanda did not reply immediately, he said, "I asked you a question, slave."Again, this was not what she had expected. Despite the harshness of the words, his voice quavered slightly, as if they had been forced. "Yes, Master, but I am not sure I understand it."She heard a jingle of buckles and a slide of cloth. She dared flick her eyes up and saw. “Good morning ladies,” I greeted them, stopping to give Carlotta and Marisa a hug and kiss as I passed through the kitchen. Both girls smiled proudly. I figured that everyone already knew, so I wasn’t going to try to hide anything or pretend that nothing had happened.Within a week, the girls had moved in and took their place among the women, including taking their turns preparing meals. At each meal, they assumed the role of hostess. After a week, they told me that it had been Marisa’s idea.. As we walked through the offices everyone seemed to stop working and watched us pass through. I noticed that well over half of the staff was women. I would guess about 80-85% of them at best.Just before we reached Candace Marshall's office I looked over into the office next to her and though the glass wall I saw Teala staring at me. But instead of smirking or staring daggers into me like she had been doing for months, she looked truly terrified.So I smirked at her. Teala quickly looked away. That in itself wasn't weird. Kids here were always free to grab what they wanted for food or drink. The strange part was that he was completely naked.When he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks. If possible, he seemed more surprised to see me than I did to find him like this. "Ahh, ya ... ya ... your home, Mr. Wensler", he stuttered. He glanced at the door, then up the stairs, then back to the door. Clearly he was looking for a way out of this situation, which I think was only worsened by my.