The stillness was broken by Camorra's voice, deep and smooth, as he leant over the bar slightly and asked for a glass of water. A clean glass of water... moreover. The noise of the bar flooded back in a frenzied wave, and within seconds, the only indication of anything strange was the occasional confused look from some of the more sober patrons. With an odd shiver, the barmaid found herself washing a glass and presenting it, along with a water jug, to the handsome gentleman she didn't remember. ~With the horsepower we have in the server room, there's no excusefor that kind of hesitation on this size database. If there isn't aheavy load on the system, something isn't right.~More notations went on the notepad as a series of checks came tomind. She wouldn't be here long, but at least she could clean upwhatever configuration problem had caused the hitches.*****Washington, DCHunter Security Offices8:00AM ESTThe mood in the conference room was hardly less somber than the daybefore; Rodney. He would grab at their beasts and pinch their nipples.One time a petite girl was in the hall area of the washroom. She was highly intoxicated and no one else was around. She was a cute gal with straight long jet black hair that fell well below her waist. Tanned olivey complexion. Flawless skin. Red lipstick. All dolled up for a night of wildness. She would get it. Sexy black shoes that wrapped up her legs and were tied in a bow above her knees. A black spaghetti strap dress that hugged. Is she really your slave?" Yes, she is my slave, Stephanie, but it's under her own free will. After six months I tired of doing nothing but drinking and grieving over losing you." You will never know how much I regret that stupid decision, Shawn. Paul's children are all older than me and they've made my life a living hell! We haven't married yet, and life as a slave seems a welcome alternative." Stephanie," I told her honestly, "please take some time to reflect on any future move you make. Your.