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Wife in a slave houseOne was Susan and the other Connie. They were both sleek and a bit stand-offish, as if they felt they didn't need anyone else. Before long the women were talking to Angela. No one questioned Angela too closely about her previous life. They treated her kindly enough, but they seemed preoccupied with their own problems. After a while the barracks' door opened and a man appeared. Angela hadn't seen him before. She tried to hide her nakedness, but none of the other women seemed to care. The man was brutish-looking. His face was unshaved and he had a beer belly that pushed out the front of his grimy tee-shirt. He came over to Angela's cot and snickered at her. "So here's the new one. My name's Dugan, honey. What's yours?" Angela resisted answering him, but then she caught a look of warning from one of the other women. She kept her body covered by the blanket. She finally spoke. "My name is Angela." Dugan smiled. "Come on, off with the blanket so I can look at you." He chuckled and pulled the blanket away. She was afraid to do anything ...» |
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