It was clear now why she didn't scream, she had no idea he was there. She was way more drunk that I had realized, and was falling all over the place. ... guess the sun had gotten to her and all the booze, and perhaps the shower is when it all really kicked in. "Did I hear you talking," she mumbled and she laid down onto the bed. Before I could answer, she was passed out on the bed. I went over and sat next to her trying to wake her up. She was mumbling and moaning, and saying she just needs a. The first slave, the tiny girl with the dark skin? Someone offered the hotel one hundred thousand dollars for her. The hotel said no. Look what we did to a slave worth thousands! Your sister? She was sold for three hundred dollars ... three hundred dollars! That's less than my bar tab on a slow night. There is nothing between your sister and a slow, painful death ... but you."Willow's words were clear through the speakers, "Steve! They are going to whip me! They are going to kill me! Help me. Before I called you, my thoughts were all over the map. I thought about what you said about a child being potential. I ran that through my mind as I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything seemed clear." Good," he replied. "Good-good. You said today was your day off. Are you off every Friday?" No -- my schedule changes from week-to-week; both the days and the hours. This week I'm off Friday and Saturday but I have to work Sunday. Today is my Saturday, so my weekend is half over." If I had. Looking at her phone, it was already 8am. She wasgoing to be late. Her eyes focused a little more and she noticed therewere two more missed calls. She checked her history, it was the samenumber as before. Telemarketers? There was a message as well.It would have to wait. She needed to shower and get going.The train was crowded and she had to lean on a pole while doing hermake-up. She spread her legs as wide as her skirt would allow whilepeering into her little hand held mirror. At the next stop.