<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0080">Joanna's smile turned serene as she looked down at him. Her hands moved lower on his back as a small, quiet voice in the back of her mind whispered, <b>See? You could have had this. Not as a slave, but a woman. Is the freedom of slaves who do not wish to be freed REALLY worth this?</b> With one shoulder, she rubbed at her cheek to move a strand of hair without interrupting the back massage. For all that she'd become a strong, independant woman, something deep inside her still longed for a man, one whom she wouldn't mind submitting to. But she'd given up her hopes for love the moment she awakened after her falling out with Alexander.</span></i>