After a few minutes Mary looked over at the other woman, "Looks like he is not coming back to free us. Not that I really thought he would. But a girl has to hope, otherwise she might as well resign herself to her fate. I wish I could help cover what a man ought not see until ye married. He should of at least covered you up so whoever walks in the door doesn't see your bosom and bare ass. But then if he was a gallant man her would have freed us, I suppose. By the way, my name is Mary and you are...?