But at two o'clock in the morning, they weren't what they turned up."Well," Fran said impatiently. "We don't have all night."Renee looked about helple...sly. There wasn't anybody on the streets. The only thing they could do was try the bars.The closest nightclub didn't seem too likely a place. It had the outrageous name "Boom Boom Club" flashing across its whole front with photographs of half-naked women decorating the entrance. They pushed past the doorman before he could get the curtain pulled. Something brushes my hair, I can’t tell if it is him or not but I am covered in goose bumps instantly. For a second time my hair is brushed it is definitely a hand sliding under my hair pushing it off to one side and stroking the back of my neck. The familiar cold hard steel collar slides around my throat and I hear the distinct click of its lock. Another click as he had attaches my chain to the collar. There was long pause that feels like forever. For the briefest of moments I consider if he. Thirty two million, ... thirty three million, thirty four million," two left."Thirty five million, ... Thirty six million ... Any more bids?"A long wait while the dozen of people on their mobiles talked to their contacts."Thirty seven million ... thirty eight million ... thirty nine ... FORTY." Any more bids ... anyone?"Silence. I slammed the hammer down."SOLD!!"I pointed my hammer to a well known property agent on my right with a phone held to her head.That was the last property sale. It had. Minimal accessories and minimal make up and I wasready to be tortured and cooked in the name of womanhood.Just as I was walking out the door to go to the salon, the phone rang. Itwas Jacque wanting to know if we could get together as he had traded ashift with one of his workers. I told him of my feminine plans and thethought: "This could be a teaching experience."Quickly I told Jacque that I would love to see him but he would have tocome to the salon to meet me and I didn't know just how long.