The car will come back when we are ready to leave. remember this place is meant to look abandoned. said the friend. he gestured towards the door. my h...sband took my collar and we walked to it. The friend opened the door. it led to a small room with an old dirty looking man sitting behind a glass panel, something youd imagine that can be seen at an ordinary factory. the friend started speaking in Thai and gestured at my husband and then at me. Then the door clicked and the friend opened it.. "I should have dipped into the till." She explained that remark, saying she was a branch manager of a sizable bank. We had said we wouldn't be furnishing alcohol, but there was a keg brought in by a beer distributor who was inside at the table. There were a few bottles of liquor around. No one seemed to drink when they were gambling, but if they went broke they didn't hesitate.Angelina arrived at nine. Never hesitating, she came right to me and we kissed. Nelope was the second one kissed. It. She grabbed the girl’s head and pointed it towards me. ‘So you can see where the wet spot is,’ she rubbed the dirty underwear in the girl’s face and laughed, ‘Right where I can rub her nose in it. Isn’t that right little missy?’ Only a muffled sound came from the girl, but through one leg hole I could see one eye and I knew it hated me. I had not moved throughout this exchange, perhaps from lust perhaps from fear, I felt both these emotions in equal measures. She seemed consumed by rubbing. Though it's cold, my skin's burning. My heart hammers in my chest.A low, mellifluous voice startles me. "What have we here?"A woman who's starting to regret this, I want to say. I begin to turn toward the voice."Don't move!" the voice commands. I stop dead in my tracks."Naughty little slave," a second voice sneers.Naughty little slave? Oh, yeah. My heart begins to pump again. This could work. But I nearly jump out of my skin when warm flesh touches me."We will punish you," the first voice.