"And two men, if you can spare them."Sandy provided everything that Freddie had asked for. The van was a small Citroen; rusting, non-descript and unli...ely to attract attention. The two men, Jacques and Jules, both long standing members of Sandy's team, turned up with a bored manner that Freddie found comforting. He hated enthusiastic amateurs.Freddie found himself in the garden of the Passy house with Jacques. Jules was around the side of the house in the van waiting for their signal. As Sister. By slavers. Slavers powerful enough to make her lose time and inject thoughts into her mind. She had heard tales of girls k**napped abroad, addicted to d**gs and sold as prostitutes, of course, she had seen Taken. But this...this was terrifying. This was elaborate. They had a*****ed her on the flight back home, for fuck's sake. They had strapped her to a chair telling her to love and obey. They didn't want her or her body...they wanted her mind. They wanted her on her knees, content to be. ? ?B-b-but, honey!? he sputtered. ?I-I-I—? Brad swallowed, then started again. ?Baby, if you want more, then of course I’ll do anything you want, any time you want! Gosh,? he added incredulously, ?I could make love to you two, maybe three times a day if you’d let me, Alyssa!? ?Not good enough,? she said flatly.Her voice was like a granite block sliding immovably shut on the last passageway into some mysterious pyramid, and its utter finality made him blanch. ?Look, if you. " I was looking down at her toes and she knew it, wiggling them to tease me as I ate. "He doesn't like driving to Springfield every day, but after a coupla months they'll send him back up here. Frankie's decided to go to Bennett Springs next week and wants to know if you wanna go with him." I think I can swing it. I'll give him a call." Bobby's free then, too, so you all can be the Three Mus**tels."I looked up at her incredulously: Mandy almost never tried to make a joke or witticism. "Three.