?Number Seventeen? he said. ?That is your name, and mine is Master?. ?No it's not?? I tried to say, but he slapped me hard across my cheek, andsaid ?Y...ur name is Number Seventeen. And you only speak when I permit you to? ?Yes Master? I replied, at which he slapped me once again and repeated ?Youonly speak when I permit you to. Do you understand? You may answer Number Seventeen?. I answered ?Yes Master?. ?Good. Now you understand your position, go into that room there and get dressed? hesaid,. I didn’t throw myself at him, but over the course of another month, it became obvious we both wanted the same thing. I didn’t find out I was a fourteen-year-old slut until he took me to bed the first time. After making love all afternoon, and having so many orgasms I lost count, I couldn’t control myself. I wanted Gerald to be making love to me every minute of every day and every night, for the rest of our lives.I suppose most people will think I’m a nasty girl because I’m in love with an old. Is this George?’ Phone: Ma’am, this is Gerald. George is driving Mr. Richards this morning. ‘Gerald, are you the current center for information flow?’ Phone: Ma’am, that is a very good way of putting it. Yes, everything passes through me. ‘Good. That means I am talking to the right man. I have messages to pass on. To Sean: I am up, dressed and reasonably sane. Don’t worry about me right now, but remember the 4 o’clock appointment. Then he gets to take me to dinner. To Helen: Find out how much. Dylan hurried up the stairs to the second floor, searching each room as he passed. He arrived at the art room, as Catherine called it, and found Jaclyn unconscious on the floor. Next to her, he found Rose and Violet seated beside her. They were both dressed in leather jackets and cargo pants, with their hair tied back into ponytails. Rose looked through Jaclyn's phone, while Violet searched Jaclyn's pockets. Dylan stared at them in disbelief."What the hell-" Hi, Dylan," Violet said."So, he is.