A lot seem to be sailors from the ships taken by Jeevel's privateers. Although a fair number appear to be skilled labor of one kind or another;: carpe...ters, masons and the like. The women for the most part are imported from other slaving countries and look to be here as either fodder for the brothels or household servants."Nesho sat back and looked at Dent thoughtfully. "We don't have to decide anything immediately. They are costing us only food for the most part and we can cover that from our. I opened the door and walked in."Got a few minutes, Colonel?" Sure thing. Have a seat. What's on your mind?" Several things, I'm afraid. But first things first... What can you tell me about Peggy Driscoll? I mean, where is she from, her family life, education, age, what was she doing before she got sent up here... that sort of thing?"He went digging thru a stack of file folders and pulled out one near the top."Let's see... Peggy Victoria Driscoll, age twenty six. She was an orphan, abandoned. I'd be alright.My mom and dad and my little sister Pam went together in their car to the restaurant. I rode with Dave. God, I hope I was wrong. God, make my thoughts wrong as we entered the restaurant.As we approached the table David smiled and introduced me to Mr. And Mrs Mills. I shook their hands and greeted them. Mom and dad and Pam all sat down and everyone was talking. Dave asked about Veronica and Mrs Mills said she just stopped into the ladies room. I took a seat and hoped for the best. The press doesn't know where I live."On the night of the dinner with the President, a White House limousine picked them up at the Senator's house and began the two hour drive to Camp David. Priscilla had brought a briefcase stuffed with the papers that they might need if the President wanted to review where they were with the opposition.The limousine pulled up in front of the residence at Camp David and their ID's were checked for the third time since entering the compound. Bob Parsons could.