“I wondered when you were going to grace us with your presence,” he said, when she went in his office. The other man stood and inspected her, inte...estedly.“Sorry I took a few hours off after winning a major case,” she said, her voice flat.Benny looked at the other man.“What’d I tell you? She’s a ball buster. But she’s our ball buster, so we’re going to take good care of her.” He looked at Lacey. “This is Special Agent Harold Bookman, from the FBI. He is one of the few agents in these parts who. ”“His name is ‘Luggage’?”Luggage recognized his name. “Hiiiii!” The Munchkins left the original Bot-bot robotic voice in place.“Uh, hi, Luggage. My name is Homer Stutes.”“Hi, Homerrrr,” Luggage said.“Hi, Luggage. My name’s Bob Jones.”“Hi, Bobbbb,” Luggage said.“Luggage, get out of the truck.”Luggage rolled to the end of the tailgate. Sensors judged the distance to the ground. “Too farrrr ... Need help.”“Yer shittin’ me,” Bob said. “Hell, thet thing’s smarter’n some of our crew. How do we help. "Hey," he said more forcefully, "I'm talking to you, bitch." She glanced nervously at him and kept walking. He lost his patience and pulled out a gun, pointing it at her. She stopped walking. "Get it the car." He sounded terrifyingly calm now, confident he would have his way. Not having been exposed much to firearms, she froze in fear where she stood. He got out of the car and walked to her, keeping the gun at aim. "Get. In." She was sure she would be killed if she tried to run, so she opened. .....The door opens and soft foot steps move across the room as you feel a thin line of warm oil being poured from your shoulders all the way down to between your legs....feeling the warm thick liquid running between your hard cheeks.....! The girl slides a blindfold over your eyes and you feel her lips brush your ear as she whispers..."tonight is about fantasy...no talking, no looking.....just feeling....sink into your body and let go of control.....we are her for you......!!!! With that she.