Maybe she should sleep here so she wouldn't be pestered half the night by Connie."This must be the place," a woman said, entering the door."It had bet...er be," Devlin said, smiling. "Or I'm in the wrong room, too."The woman laughed. "Karen Sullivan. I saw your flier in the Women's Locker Room." Devlin McCabe. Have some breakfast."The other women, including Sergeant O'Connor, crowded in right after that. Devlin had shut the door and was about to get started when the door opened and Connie slipped. I pulled out my cell phone and called the house. “Glassner residence,” a bored Allison answered. Allison was one of our sex slaves, our first actually, a sexy teenage nympho. “Get all the sluts out of the house,” I ordered. “Go next door.” “Yes, Master,” Allison quickly answered. “Is everything all right, we heard from the bodyguards that something wrong?” “Just clear the house,” I ordered, suddenly angry. I wasn't even sure what I was angry about. “Sorry for questioning you, Master,” Allison. Sophie's bottom lip trembled slightly as she nodded. The man had dark hair that was combed back, dressed in a high priced suit. Eye's the color of a stone with a stern deep, yet gentle, voice."Well good, don't cry now. You're too pretty to be sad." He ran his thumb over her cheek and grinned at her before pinching her nose."I've got your nose! Oh no!" he pulled his hand back, pretending to keep her nose. Sophie gasped as her small hands flung up to her face, searching for her nose. "Want it. At this stage, the house was much larger than Sue and I really needed, but it did provide room for family expansion, which we expected to happen pretty soon. In the meantime, I used one of the rooms with the exterior door as an office, since I did need a place to hold meetings. We managed to find enough furniture for our new house by scrounging through the few buildings that had survived the firestorm following the earthquake. One of the other rooms was fitted as a guest room with the usual.