Jennifer had a rather fraught conversation with her mother and father about the suddenness of the event.Her mother was split between being pleased tha... Jennifer’s ‘unnatural phase‘, as she thought of it, was over, and worry about the age difference between the couple, as she thought twenty-three years is too much. As she pointed out to her daughter, “Why, he’s three years older than I am.”Her father’s opening question was exactly as Jennifer expected, “What does he do for a living?”Jennifer. Some were carrying food and drink trays while others were moving slaves and other merchandise. These were the support staff for the event.There were also some that wore black shirts and black pants. These were armed with batons and pepper spray and were clearly the security detail for the night. Again Carl's experienced eye judged them to be poorly trained and equipped.The others had no uniform or dress code. Slave owners were walking or sitting all around the main atrium. As they mingled and. That night had been like any night until he arrived in the chat room. He had been polite and charming. He had been flirty and eventually a little edgy. They had migrated to a private area where they could chat unobserved. She had told him about the boys she had been with. What she had done with them. Girls she had kissed. What she had wanted but hadn't done with them. Other lines she had not crossed. She had no fetishes and no kinks, at least ones that she recognized. She was not. Maybeshe could still fool him."Nice try, Marissa," Carlos said, his eyes running down the length ofher body, "but I'd recognize that prime figure of yours however youcovered it."Marissa sighed. "All right, Carlos. I am Marissa. What are you doinghere, spying on me?" She decided to brazen it out."I came here for the Se?or. He asked me to watch the trial, to see ifthat lawyer of his... Ralston was gonna keep the bitch that threatenedhim out of jail." He frowned. "Only Ralston wasn't her lawyer;.