My next stop was a travel agency. There was only one task left for me to do at that point. I waited outside the house that night, and checked my watch... Two o’clock in the morning. Both of them had to be sleeping by then. I made my way to our front door, dressed in my black fatigues and carrying my duffel bag. I jimmied the lock and made my way inside. Employing my training in stealth, I swiftly moved up the stairs and knelt outside the bedroom door. I reached into the duffel bag and produced a. Why is this stuff out here? Beka asked him. I lost my house and this all my stuff that I could keep. Charlie told her. Oh. So……..what are you going to do with me? Are you going to let me go? Beka asked. No Im not going to let you go, you are mine for as long as I can keep you and you will have nothing but sex with me and Ill torture you. he said. Then after a few minutes he stood up and opened one of the trunks and pulls out a whip then he untied her hands and retied them above her head and. Glancing back to the cubes I saw Gina still wasn't there, so I slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind me.Inside, I flipped on the light switch, and saw what I was looking for: the box of sharp scissors. The same implement that Gina used to take off my leather clothes I would use to take off her evil collar. I grabbed it, slid one blade between the collar and my neck, and squeezed... and felt something hard. I tried again and realized the horrible truth, she'd worked some sort of metal. ’ ‘Last Saturday my brother Alex had to work, so he recorded the Nextel Open. When he watched it later he thought he saw you introduced as part of the pit crew for one of the cars. You were shown as J.D. Smith, the catch can man. He called me up, and I went right over to watch it myself, because he wasn’t certain that it was you. I recognized you right away, even with the scruffy beard on your chin, and your new fit body.’ She smiled broadly as she spoke the last sentence. ‘It’s sort of lucky.