’ In the interest of my time and sanity I am just going to say that we went to dinner and Daniel did nothing but bitch. The conversation was the ba...ic bullshit chit chat all through dinner. It was about ten o’clock by the time we got home. Daniel went straight to bed. Nicole and I stayed up for about another half an hour catching up on the six year gap since my parents had moved from California. I told her about my jobs. All cooking and most of them were bullshit fast food joints. The one. Taken.He stood back and admired her. A vision of submissive beauty, tied for his (and her) pleasure. He walked back and forth and around the sides of the bed, his hand thoughtfully rubbing his chin as he thought about what to do next. Completely at his mercy she was, and her eyes followed him. Breathing slowly, expectantly, fearfully even. What was he planning? What was he going to do?She needn’t have feared as this was all for show. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He had known for a. They attached her wrists to a loop in the wood before stepping back to allow Anyia to punish her. The other servants remained immobile, kneeling and looking straight ahead. They were as still as statues, and betrayed no emotion in their expressions. The Grand Duchess, meanwhile, was gritting her teeth with rage at the insult. It never occurred to her to ask why Maria Elena’s hair was unbraided or why her bladder was so full. In the mind of the Grand Duchess, the newest servant had not bothered. Two minutes after high noon, our convoy arrived at the rally point located a few hundred feet off the State Highway."Gather around." Sheila held her arms wide, and we joined her in a group huddle which gradually compressed into a group hug. "One last reminder, for the sake of us all, don't get involved with the cops. No fucking traffic stops."Sheila took a deep breath before continuing. "While everything we're doing will be on the sunshine side of the law, the hardware we're carrying is bound.