Oh My God, I thought, here it comes! Now what do I do? I don’t have his money, and no way of getting it.He never said a word, until he had walked ov...r, grabbed me around the neck and jerked me over my desk. My face was about six inches from his nose.“You got my money, you piece of shit? I’m not waiting one more minute. Either, start counting out my money, or I’m going to break your arms and legs, Then I’ll disappear for six months and come back and break them again. You hear me you worthless. "They're perfect honey," he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughters play and not a dangerous sexual act. "I had a perfect day Daddy, I love you so much," I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming arms. "I'm so sleepy." "C'mon Steff, I'll put you to bed," he said gruffly, his love for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments hesitation before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my. I’d be at his factory around noon. No fucking way I was going to show up at whatever time he told me to. I changed the time on purpose, just as a little ‘fuck you, Uri’. I was frisked and my Beretta was taken away from me. I stared the goon who took my gun down. He smiled and said something to me in Russian. I didn't understand what he said, but I was certain it wasn't pleasant. I smiled back and replied, "Fuck you very much." Uri was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk. His number one. And if Mistress Tracy agrees.”“Just do it!” Mistress Tracy growled out, now standing with her feet spread and her arms by her sides.Cheryl held up the hair clipper and turned it on. Its high-pitched buzzing was the only sound in the cove. I turned to look at holly, but she was staring straight ahead. The buzzing of the clippers deepened slightly and I turned back to look as cheryl buzzed straight down the middle of Mistress Tracy’s hair. The very short hair next to her scalp looked dark brown,.