"She's been begging ever since she heard she was to be shipped. She's afraid she'll be raped." Pull yourself together, Maria. Rape, business, or pleas...ure, it's all in your attitude. They won't beat you unnecessarily. They paid too much for you. I sold you, I'll ship you. Irene, clean her out."Irene pulled Maria up by her hair and led her to a toilet. Maria drank the proffered bottle. Almost immediately her gut burbled, fluids running through her. A great squirt, almost painful in volume,. There was no doubt in my mind who he was. "Adam," he repeated, this time pointing to himself, "Adam." Not much of a talker I thought to myself. I guess language skills were not particularly well developed back then. Adam will never be known in history for his literary skills. Heck, history is not even a subject yet in schools. Come to think of it, there aren't even schools yet. We are still thousands of years away from literature and poetry. I am starting to see why. We travel a fairly well. I can smell the fresh scent of your shampoo as you lean down to kiss me softly.Your hands sliding up my body to hold my face in your small hands as we kiss tenderly. You break the kiss and whisper, “keep those eyes closed,” as you climb off me. Your smell lingering longer than your body, my hands aching to touch you and hold you.“Open your eyes.”I look up and there you are. In that dress. Just two yards away but you look like an angel from a different time. The soft material is clinging to you. . who are you?”“‘Ello Jo, you old slapper, what’s for tea?”It is a woman’s voice; recognition tries to push its way through the narcotised veils. He tries hard to remember who it is.Mistress screams and her pet rushes to protect her. “You’re dead.” Mistress shouts at the woman standing in the doorway.“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m alive and kicking, thought I was dead eh, that’ll explain why my bruv ain’t been to see me while I been in hospital. Well stop gabbin’ an’ let me in I need to open.