One of the times I was captured and sold into slavery was when I had to join the road works in the middle of the night. We all had to wear high visibility jackets.
The others who were with me were all girlfriends of mine. They were here because they lied about their gender on the forms. This enabled them to be with me without upsetting the status quo.
In truth there was absolutely nothing to do on the roads. It was just one of those box ticking bureaucratic things that politicians did to look good.
Most of the time, we hung out in the van. There wasn't much to do and we were in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. The girls took care of the catering and making life just a little bit easier as well as keeping me company. I looked forward to going home to bed, but I wasn't in want for anything.
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