.. She’s prettier naked...”Running a hand inside, he strokes one of the girl’s chained ankles.“This is first class...”, he adds, enjoying th... smooth feeling to the touch. The sound of a second helicopter interrupts them. “Two” and Mrs. Cara show up at the door. MM makes the introductions and invites them to sit at the table.The scene is surreal. In a ramshackle hut, around an impeccably set table, worthy of one of the best Parisian restaurants and lit by fancy chandeliers, a meal for four is. Good luck.”Before I can ask him anything, he immediately spins on his heel and leaves, presumably back to his post. You place your ID on the reader and the gate beeps open.Inside the small room, a woman in a lab coat is sitting at a desk, poring over a pile of documents. You don’t have the time to take in the rest of your surroundings before she raises her head to look at you with a forced smile.“Ah, you’re here,” she says. She stands up and stretches her hand to greet you, which you hesitate. I couldn't believe this was really happening. Two Mexican men came over and helped me back to my feet. I was only vaguely aware of the way they were groping various parts of my body. They walked me over to their kiosk, and one of thembrought out my purse. Mistress Moncica must have left it with them for me. Distressed, I opened it. Inside I found a note along with a large box of condoms, my makeup items, and a couple of tampons.I stood there on the street reading the note. 'Slut, I have had fun. I'd had a momentary thought of rewarding Jonathon by flying down to LA and taking as much money off every drug dealer and other criminal I could find, and giving it to him for a job well done, but doing that was too dangerous. The drug dealers didn't worry me in the slightest; it was the damned Government.^I arrived in Seattle, Washington about 11pm Thursday night. As much as I wanted to check my emails, the first job was a press conference because I'd have to flee the city after I logged into.