At 5ft 3, she was petite with brown hair, although that was her description, as I never saw a picture of her. She had worked in a café prior to the C...oronavirus lockdown, but wasn’t sure if she would go back. I had asked what she wanted to do, but she wasn’t sure. She was single, as her last boyfriend had messed her around. I would never and will never understand why.She lived 200 miles away from me, near the coast. Close enough to smell the salt in the air she had said. As we talked, she told. " See you around." Her hands reached out to touch mine for a second, then let go. She stood up, and waved goodbye before walking away. I stayed at the table and watched the afternoon coffee crowd for a few minutes, then went back to lab.I have few enough friends; certainly not enough to turn a willing one down.I came in early Tuesday morning to prep a few things, and set up for the day. My sense of competition kicking in, I guess. Couldn't let a near-beginner show me up in lab, now could I? The. The next time you misbehave badly, Master is going to send you to the slave market to be sold."Helen was struck speechless by this. The slave markets didn't really exist, did they?"I know you don't believe they really sell slaves, but they do. Master bought me at auction and I was so happy about it," she continued, "Others were not so lucky." What ... what do you mean?" asked the English woman."I mean that if he sells you, you don't know who might buy you. It might be a good man, like our. All the windows were closed, the central air conditioner hummed quietly and Steve dropped his overnight bag and placed his computer on his desk.He was in shock and disorientated. He knew Ingrid was volatile, but her explosion this afternoon was beyond anything he had imagined. He could understand her anger if he'd done something wrong, but he had done nothing to deserve this. What the hell had happened to cause this?He picked up the phone and dialed Mike Saggert's home number. It rang several.