Jason walked back and forth through the house as I worked on the living-room sofa. I'd wave at him over the top of the camera, while showing close-ups...of my ass cheeks to some unseen guy jerking it in his darkened office. It was a steady paycheck, and these gullible souls all believed I was twenty-two years old and my name was Samantha.Except for one guy. Screen name: THEPROFESSOR. He showed up one day and immediately made me laugh — really laugh, not the fake "tee hee" that actually meant. After the Maynard debacle however she was wary. Since Jullian, every man had proven a disappointment. She began pacing, wishing to simply forget it all, but she knew that was impossible. Then an idea surfaced. She had given no attention to the number in her purse since their meeting at a party some time ago. Wondering if she could really go through with it, she dug out the cell phone number and called. The message was a recording that the cell phone recipient was not available. Continuing to. There was what he called the punishment room. It had oddly shaped furniture in it. They would be required to keep all of it clean as well. He then lead them to two other rooms. Both were bedrooms one for each of them. At the first room he turned to Andrea and said, “Ad, this will be your room.” Andrea protested, “My name is Andrea.” He swatted her naked butt and said, “Not anymore, your name is Ad.” The pain of the swat on her butt stung and brought tears to her eyes, but definitely she said,. There was no doubt after what they did to her to start off her second day of interrogation. They tied Dana to a chair and asked her once more where she was hiding her money and jewelry. She remained close mouthed, the masochist in her rising to the occasion is my guess. So they took turns punching her lights out. That's when the majority of the damage to her face happened. I glanced over at her, still scribbling, and looked away real fast. Her head was lopsided from all the punches.