”Bitch nodded.“See, I know you have the advantage. You are here while I’m going away on vacation. You are the much better slave. And you are the... one he really loves, even though at the moment he has convinced himself that he hates your guts. I know I don’t really have any chance against you.”All the time she said that, Bitch shook her head more and more urgently.“But, there’s one thing you need to understand. I will fight. I will fight for him, and I will make it as hard for you as I can.. She dabbed with theincredibly soft paper rather than using the bidet, which she wascurious to try but really, not right now. Standing facing the mirrorwhilst washing her hands she took a good look at her fresh face. Itwas her first look at herself on the first full day of being a marriedwoman. Was there anything different? Her nose was the same, stilljust that slight bit too piggy, she thought. And her lips were toobig, but they always had been. She liked thinner lips, thinking theylooked. When that's finished she'll be out here like these." He led him along the various girls. "Some of them are simply discarded of course." What does that mean?" Well, there's two such shows a day. They can't accommodate that many fresh meat here. Some of them are sold to other places, many shipped to the Middle east. Others are just released back onto the street." Isn't that dangerous?" Not really. Those ones were taken far from here and will be released back where they came from. Even if they. He leaned back in his padded leather chair and looked at Jim, studying him. "I'll make the choice over the weekend—by Monday anyway." He laid a hand between his legs on his crotch. "You're all about the same age, worked here about the same length of time, and you're all married. Tell me, you've been married, what? Three years?" Yes, three years come next month." And, no kids yet, right?" Not yet." Your wife, Diana—right? She's—what, twenty-five?" She's twenty-six, three years younger than me.".