They grabbed what they could and then they fled Iskar in the hope of eventually finding some place safe where they could start life a new. I wished th...em well and I didn't interfere with their departure. The second group of slaves were the smallest group of the bunch. They were like Frank. They wanted to continue to stay and serve their former masters. Most of them were older men and women who feared what would become of them once we had departed. I treated them like the first group. I wished. She heard the door close, and slid off the table. Looking down at herself, she smiled Faint bruises crossed her breasts, and her inner thighs.Trying to steady herself, she ambled to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, testing for the right temperature, she stepped in. Taking her time, washing herself lightly, skin still sore. Feeling like she got ran over by a truck.Remembering Stephen's plan, she walked over to her closet. She pulled out a white, spaghetti strapped sun-dress, and her. “How are you doing, Murphy?”“Same as yesterday around this time, George. Same as yesterday. How are things with you?”“Keep your spirits up. There is a kettle of gold at the end of the rainbow.”Even though Murphy was hooded and could not see, he looked in the driver’s general direction.“If I trained you, like you say I did, then you know what that means.”The rest of the ride was quiet, but the smile under the hood could have charged the electric cart for a month. Tim remembered George made a. "The smile slipped free before she could stop it, but it was wide and beautiful. She was about to cover her mouth, but he stopped her. "Don't. I've already seen it, that's two. Tell you what, until the memory ends, the deal is suspended. Want to get a closer look?"She turned to him, unable to reel in the smile and feeling embarrassed that she was showing him a look of anything other than disgust. There was no point in playing tough. She rushed down the stairs she had just climbed, the stone.