‘I’m going to go lie down for a while.’ Sandahl watched as Petra walked back to their room. She had no idea how she was going to pull this off. ...Her mind quickly scanned over the files on Petra, she would need to find a link, something compatible to make her drop her guard and let Sandahl inside her head. Petra threw herself down on the bed and covered her eyes with her arm. How did she end up here? It wasn’t long before she drifted off into a brief sleep and began to dream. She found herself in. “Slave!”He is silent.“My brother told me you were insolent. Perhaps we must teach you behavior befitting your station.”He speaks without conviction and I maintain my silence.“Where are you from slave? Were you one of the servants of some great lady taken in battle? Are you a servant? No, you are too beautiful, assuredly you must be the boon companion of some worthy lady……….”“I am a slave,” I reply quietly.“Hmmm, so you have said. Are you so resigned to your fate, slave?”His tone indicates that. It no longer was of any concern to me. I kept coming back to the simple fact that I wanted my release from this prison of a marriage that I had endured for the last year.Finally Monday again arrived. All parties agreed to meet at 3:30 pm in Sarah's office. There would be Sarah, Loretta, Leanne and me. We would go over the questions asked and the results for each one. There would only be one of three answers to the truthfulness of Leanne's responses. There would be true, false or inconclusive.I. “Kid, you’re going to owe me for this one,” I teased her. “I know,” she laughed in a grateful tone. “Whatever you want. Dinner this week. Movies. Name it.” “Shit, you’re going to owe me that and at least a hummer too,” I told her. I was joking in part, but what curious to see where her head was at. “So I get my paper written and give a blow job? Sounds pretty win-win from where I’m sitting,” she replied. “Yeah, whatever. Alright, let me do this thing.” So I read, and wrote, and read and.