I listened to the news on the radio while I waited. A female newscaster was blathering on about a huge drug bust in Florida and an upcoming summit bet...een the Soviets and the Reagan Administration in Reykjavik, Iceland, but I barely heard her. All I could think of was mom.Strangely, I was nervous. I felt a little like I did before my first date. There were butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat. When she came out of the room, my nervousness only increased."God, mom, you look. She's MINE and I wanted her in the moment I first saw her. Damnest thing, Charles, she submitted immediately. I didn't even have to break her!" He noticed his younger friend's wistful smile. "What about you, Charles - you must be the only master who has never taken a personal slave. When will we see YOUR mark on some young beauty's body?"Charles sighed, stared out of the limo and watched one of their police motorcycle outriders streak past to clear the freeway ahead. "I don't want that kind of. Both heard noises that sounded like sirens and people screaming.Dennis immediately became alarmed and pulled his pistol from his hip holster. Seconds later a couple of people stumbled from around a few parked cars. They didn't look right. Dennis seen blood covering portions of their bodies and what looked like pieces of meat hanging from their mouths.He pulled Sandy to his back putting himself between the people and Sandy. Making their way closer to the passenger side of their car allowed them. Unfortunately he was killed in the first German attacks in May of 1940. Katrina and her mother lived in Baltimore during the war. Only when her mother died of tuberculosis a year ago had the girl come to Guatamala to live with her uncle, her last surviving relative. Chuck politely offered his condolences to Katrina, mentally tallying up two more victims of Hitler's mad ambition. The girl accepted courteously, although her nervous reserve was still apparent. Also obvious was her attraction.