The warmer, the better. I find it an aphrodisiac to allow every precious ray to tan my body. I often took afternoons off in the summer from my positio... as a department manager for a large local bank for credit life insurance. I could go in after hours to tally the figures.My son, who had just graduated from high school, was working overnight at a local newspaper. He would get home around when my husband was going to work as a foreman for a construction company. Often he was out of town in other. Just now their hands were chained abovetheir heads, their feet spread and shackled to the deck. Pubes and armpitswere shaven clean and the boys given a buzz cut. Nipples were pierced withstainless steel rings and the girls further adorned with four rings in theircunt lips. A number was tattooed on their left buttocks. I'd learned that aslave was usually known by her number, no need to bother remembering theirnames, except perhaps that of a personal slave. They stood quietly in theirstrained. ’ ‘One can never be sure…’ ‘Leave it Jackson,’ smiled Simone. ‘He’s Clive Ellis, operations manager at HQ. Why would he steal from here and remain at the bank, taking such a risk for just eighty-five grand?’ ‘Is there any evidence he gambles?’ ‘Christ Jackson, I said leave it. I know you studied forensics but for your information Clive is a lay preacher and like all of our people with hands on the till we practically know even their favorite color of underwear.’ ‘Okay okay. You asked me to. The sun has set as I sit on my sofa from which I have not moved for hours after learning that the man killed during my rescue was not my lover. Who was the man driving the car, I wonder. But even more important to me are the whereabouts of the man I grew to love, whose face I long to nuzzle up against, the face on which I have never laid my eyes. I long to make love with him, but he has vanished without a trace. But on the internet there is a group for anything. I typed ‘kidnap victims’ in a.