"All right, " George said when he had the groggy officer trussed up, gagged and ready to travel. "I'll be back in a couple or three days. Where'll you...be?" Hm," said I, wondering. "What's your name girl?" Ann," she said, "Ann Le... , just Ann." Ann and I will likely be in Trenton or on our way there. She has no family. Ginny's mother can look after her I'm sure. She certainly looks handy to me." Fine, don' wear her out," said the unhappy George looking down the front of the girl's dress and. The street lights lit the snow around her like hundreds of little falling stars, and Sam watched them without comment, contemplating the coziness of inclement weather. She hummed quietly to herself. It hadn’t been a great day, but maybe it could still be a good night.She could hope for that, right?Sam collapsed, banging her knees on the sidewalk. Her stomach felt like it was being stabbed. She grabbed at her clothes, frantically trying to unzip her coat and lift her shirt. There, beneath her. Again. It became a weekly event.As much as I hated Frank ignoring my protests in using that photo, I hated it even more that it secretly turned me on. Being on-call for his perverse use of my face excited me as much as looking into the mirror afterward. I was always left dripping in drool and semen and feeling like a total slut. And it looked as though I was going to do it all again. In less than half an hour. I had better hurry.I showered and shaved and donned my cage. The cage was a reminder. He understood, even if he didn’t like it. Ever since Piero, the mob boss who had reigned over the city’s underworld, had been gunned down violent turf wars had blossomed throughout the Windy City. Every friend you made earned you a half dozen enemies. Fistfuls of hungry lieutenants popped up from every street corner, hoping to take the dead boss’s place…or at least get a decent slice of his pie. Each carried their own collection of businesses, lackeys, and influences…and each wanted more. They.