I was buying larma fruit, my delicate fingers swept over the shiny skins. I was a toucher, a taster. I feel things differently from others, I know. Sensation is everything. I cannot keep my hands to myself. I do not want too. So I was touching the fruit, breathing in the sharp citrus scents, the crisp tart of the red fruits.
My thoughts were a million miles away.. on my Master, on his.. head and how he had behaved last night. I had run to him to be comforted form the harsh sounds downstairs. I couldn’t stand them. I banged my shin on a step and stumbled into his room. But it was not my master that greeted me. It was a stranger. He demanded I strip myself, he tore my pretty bells from my body, the clasps broken, the little bells scattered over the floor. I wore nothing by my earrings, which were more then jewelry.. they were what marked me as the lowest of slaves, a pierced ear girl.
"Go to the sun deck." He snapped at me and, withholding my tears, I fled. But Agrippa followed me, wrapped me in my favored fur, kissed my temple and ordered me to sleep.
"Tomorrow will be better." he promised.
So here it was, tomorrow and things were better. I was slipping back into my place in his world, I was happy today. I was.. naked and unadorned but I knew it pleased him to see me this way sometimes, to know others saw me and desired me. Lucky for me there were few men in Port Cos who would dare to use the Administrators slut without at least asking first. I could come and go unscathed.
"I'll take 4 of those." Spoke a voice form my left. A mans voice.. a voice that reached right down to my belly and pulled all the strength form my body. My knees weakened. I turned my head slightly and peered at the speaker.
It was the professor.
I turned and fled.
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