”The man hemmed and hawed before he finally said, “My name is John Davidson. I’m the foreman for this job that should be just about completed.�...“Thank you, Mr. Davidson. I understand that your boss is there with you. If you have a speakerphone, can you use that so we can all be a part of the conversation?”I heard the click and quickly said, “Can you tell me the name of your company and the name of the man who’s the owner/contractor?”An older voice said, “I’m Howard Jennings, owner and contractor. He jumped, then came over and took her elbow, leading her to a door in the corner of the room, behind the cameras. As he opened it, he whispered "I promise we'll get a lot of good stuff, Tammy. You're going to be a great model."It was a big closet, with racks on both sides full of filmy looking clothes on hangars. A floor to ceiling mirror at the far end reflected both of them, and both their eyes looked at the image. Tammy put her purse on a little table beside the door that had makeup on it.. They also enjoyed roaming the many and varied corridors of the castle.Joan Davidson moved in just after we did. Joan retired just in time for our move, but she might have been pushed into retirement, but that is another story, altogether, in plenty of time to sell off her furniture and settle all of her affairs at home, before joining us as we jetted of to Aruba for the winter. The Crown enjoyed a warm relationship with Aruba and Joan found handling life as a recently retired British Subject. My suffering has no value, apart from the pleasure it brings to my Owners. I exist only because they allow me to. And I will be put down when I become useless."The two men stood there silent.--- "Yes. That is now your prayer before bed." --- said Sam.--- "Yes, sir."Hank grabbed her by the hair and started to pull her through the workshop.--- "Now, for the tattoo."They tattoo her crotch for hours. She was laying on her back, with her legs bent and wide. Most of the time, she had something in her.