“Guess what? I’m in!” Riley jiggled up and down with excitement, her eyes proclaiming her joy to the whole room. “Look!” she squealed, holdi...ng up a letter, which she proceeded to read:Dear Miss Throstlethwaite,It was an unfortunate surname for Riley, thought Alison, as the girl could barely pronounce it herself. “That’s me – Riley Frosslefwai’,” explained Riley to Alison’s friends, before continuing to read, in her best accent:Thank you for attending your audition with Dr R. Dick on Tuesday 8th. She picked up the paper: "Welcome back.You have been missed. The arrangements are as before. I shall see you thisafternoon." There was no signature, but only her - her what? Employer? couldhave written it. Kirsten thought back to the contract. She still had no idea how she had beenfound, but her employer's lawyers had been very clear about the terms and conditions.She could never claim to have been deceived, except in so far as its very strangenessmeant that until she had experienced this life,. I kept her nude, unless we were expecting visitors, and when we were alone in the house she had to call me "sir" or "Master", rather than Tom. The Confederacy did sometimes execute concubines who broke the rules and too high a proportion of those killed were former wives. I did not want to lose her through a stupid mistake in the first week or two; better safe than sorry. Having her nude was pleasant, her breasts were still tight, bigger than young Amanda's, and she had fuller hips. She had. We met at a little café not far from where she worked. I had already grabbed a table by the time she walked in. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Brea," she said sitting down. We exchanged pleasantries and I thanked her for meeting me. I asked if I could talk to her about a few things. "Sure," she said, "Don't tell me you missed your period?" No," I said a little surprise at the question, "what ... why would..." I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you, it's just that the last time a young lady.