As I cleaned up and got dressed, Mr. Decker cleared his throat. "Karen, you've proven yourself to be a remarkably fast learner and a good, obedient sl...t. I think you're ready for more. Tomorrow, several important clients will be here from New York. I'd like to bring them here and show them a good time—or rather, have you show them a good time. As alway, make sure you are clean, shaved and well-rested. Wear your plug—they'll enjoy seeing your wide-open asshole." He packed up his briefcase. Peggy was giggling. She was thinking of all the money she was going to make with this job. She would make six hundred with this batch of panties. The bloody ones would earn three hundred a pair. She knew that his guy must have some crazy fetish.She was pleased to do her new job. She opened a bottle of wine and read the classifieds. She saw there were other crazy ways to make money. She noticed that selling breastmilk made a ton of money. She wondered if she should go off the pill and have a. One has one's duty to the less fortunate, does one not, to give them a helping hand?"There was a murmur of approval from the assembled ladies."I hope you have got her out of those stinking rags and given her a good clean down" offered Miss Parradine, the Chief Librarian and County Archivist."Oh, yes! Those revolting stinking clothes have been burnt and I got Fitch to hose her down. She spent the night sleeping on the lawn. I completed her cleansing with a severe and thorough de-lousing earlier. "We were worried about you." Shut-up," she breathed. "Unbutton your coat. Are you alone?" I'm alone," List answered, undoing his buttons with slow, deliberate fingers. "I don't know you, but ... you look familiar to me."He'd spoken to Wolfgang who was only slightly more relaxed and still covering the man with his pistol. Wolfgang didn't bother to reply, but merely gave a tiny shrug of his shoulders."That's enough," Eva said, knocking the man's hand away and reaching inside his coat."You don't.