She saw his back, too, when she first captured and pinned him -- smooth, clear skin with not a lick of whip marks or bite of a knife blade. His mistress, or his matron, was too lenient. There was no proof of life lessons for him to learn from. Probably why he talked so damned much, she thought. More and more of her targets were showing up like him these morrows -- too pretty, no evidence of discipline. Damn waste of males. .....