It was strange. Someof the time he was very intensely religious and some of the time he cameacross as caring and kind. Had I not suspected him as the ...killer, I couldalmost have got to like him.The chat went on for another half hour. I had been giving my support teama running commentary. They in turn had been making suggestions, none ofwhich I found helpful.The night dragged on and I waited, feeling like the tethered goat waitingfor the Tiger. I kept up a running conversation with the team, but. I guess you could say that I love poetry.”“So we have established that you were happy in college reading and discussing poetry. Why did your happy days come to an end?” Magus asked.“I graduated,” Nestor said.“That does happen on occasion; not often enough but on occasion,” Magus said. “What happened upon graduating?”“I had to get a job,” Nestor said. A pained expression flashed across his face and he crumpled back into his chair.“Did you want a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor answered.“Did you. She could just make out somehorse drawn sleighs on the main streets of the village. Looking at hiswatch Rick declared that it was time to start working their way over tothe run that would lead them to the chalet. He joked that he didn't wantto suffer the wrath of Mistress Beth.Neither of them mentioned the exchange they had while recovering from thegentle tumble Linda had caused.That night the three slaves were put through their paces by a refreshedMistress Beth who had apparently not tired. Jerry watched the interplay wondering if the woman had just been dumped by her husband and was only now waking up to the need for fiscal responsibility. He finished his salad as the last customers left. It wasn’t until then that he actually relaxed.Jenny joined him at the table with a sad shake of her head. She said, “Stiffed on another bill.”“I noticed you taking a check for the meal,” replied Jerry.“Yeah. It’ll bounce. They always do when I have to take a check after two credit cards get.