Sally s Quality Audit
Prima Slave poked her head through Sally's door as Sally lay naked on the small bed in her cell. Sally had just managed to enter a quiet, thoughtless peace, gazing up at the ceiling. Morning had finished in the place they called the House and she was resting her body, stretched and exercised, till the bell rang for lunch assembly. Then the slave girls would troop down together and eat whatever was provided for them kneeling to attention - and show their gratitude, afterwards. Sally turned her...