"Okay," She looked at him and smiled a very professional smile. "Let's go."The other girls at the corner watched her step into the gilded carriage. So...me with a little envy. Most with merely bored momentary interest before turning back into their night's search and wait. They never saw her again.LondonShe was a young woman. She wore an outfit meant to resemble a girl's school uniform. Rather than displaying her youth, however, it displayed her age, making her appear older than early twenties. She mimed how to take off the tip, then showed rubbing between her thighs.Judy could understand that. Judy saw another plant of the same kind a few feet away, pulled her own knife and started slicing leaves. In about a half hour, Judy's purse was full. The other girl tentatively reached out and touched Judy's knife lightly with her fingertips."You kill Mexicotal?" the girl asked.Judy nodded."They kill my mother, my father, others of Mogdai who stayed to fight. It is good you kill one. I am. While we sipped them I noticed a finely detailed statue of a nude ballerina executing a graceful leap. I thought at once of my dancer friend Jennifer Maisten who, as far as I knew, was still a slave at Masterson Automotive. I thought also of my friend Rebecca Sanchez who was indentured at his company and, like myself, had been treated like a slave. Suddenly I was startled from my daydreaming."Stephanie Glenn?" I looked up to see a tall and very energetic looking man smiling in my direction.. I’ve checked your diary and it’s all clear.” She came across as business like as she could; making it seem completely matter of fact, as if she was going to the library. “I thought you hadn’t decided.” “Well, I have decided. I think once a month is about right, don’t you? Enough to keep your cuckold fantasy alive and keep me in practice, though I must admit I’m hoping to perform on something a little smaller.” “So it’s not Alex?” “No, you can call him if you want to check.” “So that’s it..