“No, I have no idea Sir,” Carol replied.“Tail light is out. I’m going to give you a warning, but get it fixed. Can I get your retinal scan?”...��Oh dear,” Carol said. “We haven’t had ours done yet.”“Well,” said the officer, “the new law doesn’t go into affect until the end of the month. But since I’ve got you here, I’ll just do the scans now and enter your info into the system. This way no one as to miss work or school.”“Thank you so much officer,” Carol said with a slight smile. “It’s so hard. There is always someone else younger with more excitement. Her life had hit a dead end. She was tired of her workdays. She was hitting a wall and she knew it. Her phone blinked. It was a text from the young gun transferred from the head office. He was likeable and cute in a nerdy kind of way. Her confidence had been rock bottom or she would have made a pass at him. The old Natasha never had a shortage of suitors. She replied and they had a harmless conversation on random nothings.“Good morning. Both of Cassandra's and Amanda's eyes followed her. Amanda was trying to say something, but her penis gag made every one of her words sound like mush."I know you both must be eager to find out what I have in store for you, but first, I need to get you ready."The Mistress went over to the wall and undid the rope pulling Cassandra up. Slowly she was winched down until her feet were flat on the carpet. Then the woman tied the rope off again, keeping Cassandra's mitten-clad hands still above her. The guardian angels, and Helen had some also, were younger women who surrounded the members who were the most important in the club. They were paid to keep gold-diggers, hookers or trouble-makers from pestering their boss. If a conflict arose between women with high public visibility and who couldn’t afford to have to explain a scratch on their cheek, a guardian angel from each camp settled accounts in a room which was specially designed for it. “You might remember me Helen”, said a voice.