My heart was racing with all the thoughts and visions in my head. And if it weren't for the fact that I was sitting at a table, it would be clear to e...veryone around that I was excited. "You alright pal? You look flushed". Peter finally asked. "What? Oh... Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little blown away by it all. I mean... It all sounds so intense." It is intense." I have to admit. The thought of Debbie being in that position is almost intoxicating. I never even considered it before, but the thought. I was dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening. However, the distinction between us was that I was wearing the slavery marks, bracelets and collars. At 23.00 we left for the Club and I was again blindfolded. We both had a cloak hiding our outfits to the public, as we wouldn’t be very happy if we were arrested for public offence to decency. Once we arrived and we entered the main room, I saw that it was crowded. Many more people than the day before and at least twenty slaves were. If I didn'tknow better, I would swear that a woman was standing in front of me andnot my husband.'He blushed as he waited for his wife's reaction. Then he saw anexpression on Ellen's face that he had never seen before and hoped it waslust and not revulsion, having never seen Ellen in lust before. He wasn'tsure what to do, jump her bones or play the part of a vestal virgin andrun away in feigned fright. It may have been the alcohol again but hethought the situation called for the appearance. She was very happy to be pregnant. Everyone was very happy. Everything was so beautiful in the high pasture. It was a beautiful spring.Two weeks later, Becky went into labor. She delivered a healthy baby boy. But we couldn't stop the bleeding. One of the widows helped with the delivery, but nothing worked. The packing gave Becky time to hold and nurse her son once before she died. And to say goodbye.I thought I was going to lose my mind. I held her and cried all night. Karen and Mary took care.