“This late and they are still going at it?”“It’s a shame there’s no way to film it in the dark, it must be something to see alright,” Karl...said.“You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you,” Anglerod observed.“Oh, fuck off,” Karl shot back.“Say, where did Anne get off to?” Jack wondered, looking down at the deck.“Who knows. Maybe down in the crew quarters stirring up a gang bang again. I swear that girl is insatiable, I really lucked out with her. I’d have half a mind to go film it if. Goading me. "Uh huh." "Wearing a bra?" "No, not yet," I began to explain, but was cut off. "Take off the tee. Show me your tits." The words had a finality in them, as though she was about to win an argument. "But," I hesitated, "anyone could see me..." "Like I said." And the line went dead. Abandonment. I panicked, dropped the phone, took two steps back from the window, shaking with fear and panic, hands over my mouth. No, no, please, give me another chance! I began pacing the room, frightened. By not taking them to the authorities, I was committing a crime. The girls were not adults so they would be taken back to Kansas and the group home they had come from. He considered this for a while and then gave me his judgment, "That's stupid! They're our sisters and we love them!" I solemnly agreed with him. That seemed to be all he wanted to know and he tugged Mike out to the living room to watch TV.Steven wasn't as calm about it. "Isn't there anything we can do?" I shrugged my. He was obsessive, always looking for the ultimate deal, the one that would give him rock star status among his peers. He really thought this was it. He talked it over with me, as he had a habit of doing on all his deals. We were usually on his boat, fishing, just us. I’d look at him and just grin. “You really expect an intelligent answer? Shit, I don’t understand what you’re talking about most of the time. This stuff is giving me a headache. Now, are you out here to get Mr. Big or what?”He’d.