As we walked toward her office, she had her hand on my shoulder as I felt she was directing me. She followed me into her office and told me to take a... seat. As I began to sit, she put her hand on my shoulder again and gently followed me down. She then went behind her desk and took my resume. As I watched her, I saw a very beautiful, striking woman. She was poised and gave an air of authority. Her clothes fit her well and gave an aura of sexual prowess, but was well suited in the work. “Thanks Uncle Trevor, I really appreciate you doing this for me and my mom.” I said digging into lunch.“Not a problem, I’m glad to have some company around here, it gets pretty lonely sometimes.” He said. The next few weeks went without much to comment on, I got along well in school and even made some new friends, there was just a few weird things that I couldn’t explain. The first was I was that I noticed Uncle Trevor watching me when I wasn’t looking, and the looks he gave me were not. He is using first names and patronymics for everyone round the table. He talks in a clipped tone that betrays his military background. Some people find his manner brusque. He feels that getting straight to the point is more efficient and reduces the risks of misunderstanding. He doesn't back away from any of the issues that face them. Even when something is as personal as this he knows that he has to push private matters to one side. "Five days ago, the slave Vyera Anatolyevna was released into. Remember, Paul was convicted of statutory rape, which means the state agrees Liz willingly had sex, but that legally she couldn’t consent. If she hadn’t passed puberty, or if she hadn’t willingly had sex with him, it would have been a regular rape charge, and he’d be doing twenty-years to life. And, again, Elizaveta will be sixteen when we marry, which the state says is old enough to consent.”“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” he said with disgust.“Not even close,” I replied. “But.