In total fear I started running away from them. But they were quick. As soon as they caught up with me I started crying. I told them what happened to ...me and begged them to give me a shirt. But they were eying me with hungry eyes. One of them asked me, “ what would you give us for a shirt.” I asked them how much money do they want? The guy replied,” there is a maid who works here. We can get you her saree. But you ll have to change into that saree infront of us.”I was looking at them with a. "Yanna choked back her next words and fell silent.Roquan turned and looked at Vanlo."Interesting," Vanlo muttered softly, stroking his beard. "Has there ever been a case of such divided loyalties with a slave?" Not in my Manor." Yes, I would think such a thing quite rare." Vanlo paused a moment. "Which, my Lordship, makes her story suspect immediately."Roquan stared at the Healer in surprise. No, Roquan did not want to believe his friend could do this to him. Yet a slave, lie? And so blatantly?. It was piled high with whip cream and topped by a single red cherry."You can have my cherry for being so nice," Bree said.The double meaning was not lost on me, especially the way she said it. She handed me the small fruit on a stem."I just love ice cream, don't you?" Bree asked. There was a dab of whipped cream on her face, at the corner of her lips. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Even when she licked her lips, it hung there. Both my daughter and I tried to direct her to it,. Instead of the standard week, work here consists of seven days of work followed by three days off. Today is the seventh, as the day I arrived was the first of a new work period. Since everything seems to revolve around this schedule I have started noting the day in this journal. Perhaps surprisingly no names have developed other than the rather bland One Day, Two Day, and so on. Perhaps this has to do with von Holt's Teutonic mind.I have been thinking about what to do with my days off - or.