She walks along brushing these with her fingers. “So many of them…” she says speculatively to me. “I knew it happened, but didn’t think there would be so many.” “What’s the big deal?” I ask. “This place feels desi so run down I would have expected half the facilities to Bhabhi be faulty.” “These are the women who didn’t come back,” she says. “Betrayed, or they chose to hand themselves over to the Slavers. The son locker will be labelled for a while, and then their possessions will saree be given away or sold.” Horrified, I move closer to read one of the signs. “Name: Elleriea Dellasavo Homeworld: Acostin Station Travelled to Aghara-Penthay: 18:18:4451 Fate if known: Sold to Slavers by escort” The next one says: “Sold to Slavers by escort”. And another “Sold to Slavers by escort”. But then “Fate Unknown”. Acheron is a Gaianesian agent, so I can be aunty sure I’m safe from being sold or raped. Imagine what terror these woman must felt at the moment they discovered they’d betrayed, and mom instead of some brief sordid sex vacation a lifetime in slavery was ahead of them. Gaianesian culture would teach us they were weak for going there, and deserved their fate. She was naked and spread open wide. I know I have three broken ribs, my hip is shattered, aunty and several bones in both legs have saree been smashed or broken. "Wait! “One of these days, can just one of you tell me something? It was Tuesday and that meant film and Bhabhi chips night at Jamies. She felt a drip of moisture loosen the lips between her legs, swelling that crease ever so slightly in anticipation. Sandy almost jumped out of her skin as she didn't expect to see anyone. "Sorry about being a little…distant, desi this morning" I said as I looked son him straight in his deep green eyes. "No, that is just what everyone calls her since she is married to a mom Royal. “Ahhh yesss… That’s what I wanted to hear Kyle… Ahhhhhh!!” I moans louder. a gaze so sharp it could draw blood.