“This would be your room, I guess, if I, ah, if you do rent the room, I mean. You see there’s a bed and cupboard; if you have any furniture of you...r own ­–“ But Sandy had already turned around and pushed Mary out of the way again. “The bathroom’s over there – ah, and that’s my room. Um, sure, feel free to look around.” Following Sandy’s muddy footsteps, Mary walked into her own room. Sandy had thrown herself on the bed feet first, and was leafing through the Austen she had found on Mary’s. The pens were only for safekeeping of girls waiting to be sold or transferred. There were always slaves coming and going. I was worried they would take me away or take Miro away and separate us but I tried not to think like that.I was completely unprepared when the day, finally, came. Suddenly the guards slammed the door to our pen open and stood in the midst of us.'Now, my little cat, it is your turn to be sold,' one of the guards said as he turned to Miro and held out his hand. She was. ‘Well Stan if I tell you, you won’t laugh will you, promise me.’‘Scouts honour Edna’‘Well, when I was a young girl, maybe 15, I found I used to get a tingle in down there when I wiped my bum. It got to the point that I would deliberately stick my finger up there and masturbate my, vagina or cunt as I really prefer to say’.Another thing was the fact that after giving birth to the k**s, my bladder muscles weakened. Like lots of old ladies, it can be difficult but I found that I got turned on by. ..”I held up my hand and shook my head. “Sir, let’s keep to the issues, please; it’s cleaner.”He shook his head to clear it and then Abover groaned and sat up.“Damn ... what’s going on?” he muttered.I stood up and watched him warily.Fletcher looked at him and said, “A private discussion. If you can get up, please do, and leave us. You should have the nurse check out your nose.” It was bleeding.“I’m not going anywhere, and this punk will pay for this...”It came out like croaks. Yeah, the way his.