In the twelve years of their marriage, practically all their friends and close social acquaintances had been German businessmen and their families, li...e them in temporary, business-related exile away from home. Yes, Helen admitted with a dismissive shrug, she had, at parties, been occasionally propositioned and furtively groped by other men. But she loved Jurgen; he was a good man. She would not expose him to the inevitable gossip about her promiscuity in their closed circle of business. . going ... on? she wondered, as her thoughts slowed and finally stopped. The next to go were her memories, tumbling away like leaves from the bed of a pickup on the highway. Her mouth hung open as she continued to stare helplessly into the beams. Her will was overwritten with obedience, the place where her memories and personality had been replaced with sexual programming. She was a toy. Her purpose was to be played with by her owner. Any game her owner wanted her to play, she must be prepared. I put on the rest of my clothes and spray on some perfume and as I finish doing my hair, I hear the doorbell ring. I hurry to do my makeup and rush to the door. I open the door to see my handsome man wearing a white button up shirt and jeans. I then feel comfortable knowing I didn’t over or under dress. ‘Hey Nat! How are you feeling tonight? Ready to go or do you need more time?’ He flashes his smartass grin. I giggle as I hit him lightly on the shoulder. ‘Yes, I am ready to go! Just let me. Why should he share half of the company with his sister, she hadn't even work half a day in her life?Beside, it had been his decision to build the large warehouse and to keep the enormous inventory of cans goods and dehydrated foodstuff that was now worth its weight in gold.Food was money and power now. Whereas before the depression, people were willing to work for money, they were now ready to do anything for food.After giving the matter of his sister's approaching eighteen birthdays much.