This woman, was so ... different than anyone else.  Cora didn't want to go alone, and she didn't want to stay here either.  The affection she was showing was...   warm...   kind.  Would it be bad to agree?<br/><br/>Silently, Cora moved to her own pile of straw.  It smelled a bit musty, but not too bad.  She lay back into it, the rough straw poking at her naked flesh.  She squirmed a bit until she was more comfortable.<br/><br/>"Miss..  I ...  I don't know your name," whispered Cora.  "If I'm going to follow you... to be... owned by you...  am I to know your name?" she asked.