.“ she kept repeating and then: „How can this have happened to me?“„You’re Julia, aren’t you?“ asked Melissa, who was now sitting up on ...er bunk, knees dangling.„Y-Yes... that’s right... but however did you know?“ answered a startled Julia.„Because I have already met your owner,“ answered Melissa in a flat voice. „Quentin Osman, isn’t it? At our introduction, in this very cabin at Madame’s invitation, he whipped me. And much enjoyed doing so.“„No... no... „ Julia kept saying, shaking her head. George drove us to the country club where we sat at a table in a corner sipping beer.“Chuck, when you showed up with the girls, we had a funny feeling about you. Somehow, you seemed to fit with them,” George told me.Dan then spoke up, “You brought out their best. Their grades got even better than what they were, and you settled the two of them down while they were spreading their wings. With your influence, they became young ladies, still our little girls, but real ladies.”George sipped his. “Punkin, you’ve been subdued all day. What’s up?”“I haven’t been…” I countered with a whine.“Oh, you know you have. Me and you. Partners. Tell me.”I sighed. “It’s just so much, babe. I don’t know if I’m all this…”“What do you mean?”“Like Cindy. A freakin’ PhD and a pilot with hundreds of hours. And teaching at the university… I’m not all that…”“First, I’ve talked to Dan Richards a lot. Some of it was about Cindy. She wasn’t ANY of that when they met, just a C-average middle school girl. I. I was in full uniform with my disguise over that, so I was plenty warm enough, though it was 35° F outside. Martha ran the engine periodically to warm us up, so that was not the uncomfortable part of the vigil. We had parked in a quiet parking nook and were just sitting there talking when there was a sudden crash of window glass on my side of the car!Somebody had used a piece of pipe to smash in the window, and he was reaching for the button to unlock all of the doors. There was somebody else.