"I...I am NOT a slave!!" She yelled, mustering all her courage to silence the symphony of anguish her collapsing nerves played throughout her body. "I...m Heather Chilton! Wh...who are you? Where is Nico? Why are you d-d-doing this?!"She had been k**napped. By slavers. Slavers powerful enough to make her lose time and inject thoughts into her mind. She had heard tales of girls k**napped abroad, addicted to d**gs and sold as prostitutes, of course, she had seen Taken. But this...this was. See you later, and thanks.’ ‘No prob, Jake. You’re my bro,’ Mike smiled. *********************************** Jake stepped outside the club and the cold breeze hit him unexpectedly. He pulled his jacket close around him to keep warm. It was beautiful during the day in Santa Monica, but the nights could get chilly. As he walked up the street, he cleared his thoughts in his mind. He approached the small beach diner and grabbed the handle, shaped like a surfboard. He pulled open the door and a. ”“I trust you to do what is necessary to get this office outfitted properly and make it operational. Here is a credit card for you to use to do the necessary things. Since you know what the purpose of this business is here is also a list of publications we should place ads in to let people know we are open for business. In your spare time please give them a call and place the ads that look something like this” and he handed another slip of paper.Laughing Lisa said, “What spare time?”“I am not. It was such akind womanly gesture. I was so thrilled to be her friend. What awonderful stroke of luck to meet her when I did.I don't think I would be half the woman I was becoming if I hadn't mether.When Silvia and Robert had finished torturing us girls under thosedryers, we happily tottered back to the styling station and Silvia flewto work on and and Robert on Claudette. I wondered who set Robert's hair.Maybe he did it himself. Hell I would have to learn to do it myself also.Maybe Claudette.