" Kevin nodded in agreement and everyone laughed again. The pictures had done a good job on the group. Their faces gave away what was going through...their minds and it wasn't the technical aspects of photography. Sharon had cuddled up closer to Fred and Judy was inching closer to Cheryl and Kevin. Jean and Steve had moved to the floor and were leaning against the easy chair facing the rest of the group. Once the pictures had been passed around and everyone had had a chance to gloat over. "Tom nodded as he tried her cooking. He looked at her closely. Her sandy blonde hair obviously needing cleaning and looking closer he saw the fraying at the hem of her dress. Her soft blue eyes had a pleading look in them. Her nodded to her and told her to take the dishes to the staff dining room. As she started to collect the food he asked, "What is your name?" She never looked at him as she answered, "Jennifer Bristol, sir." Tom nodded as she disappeared.Tom watched the next women move with. ”“Well...”Nancy burst in angrily. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. This is my dad Brian. He really wants a grandchild too. So we’re prisoners here. Your dad fucks me, and my dad fucks you until we’re pregnant. Got it?”Jen laughed. “Come off it!”But no one else laughed.“Dad?”“I’m sorry,” he said. “But it’s the only way. I’m really sorry.”Jen rose unsteadily and looked out the window. “Where are we?”“A farmhouse bought specially just for the purpose.,” said Brian. “No neighbors. A long way to run if you. So let's make a deal. I'll let you stay here, free of charge, but in return you have to be the building's caretaker. Keep it clean, keep the riffraff out, that sort of thing." The woman was so stunned she just nodded. "So what's your name, hun?" My name... ? Sydney." Okay, Sydney. If you're going to be my caretaker, the first thing we need to do is get you cleaned up." Suddenly one corner of the warehouse was filled with a small cubicle which both Anna and Nicole knew had a fully stocked shower.