”They walked through the huge door into the mansion, scaled the stairs, and walked into a bedroom. Alisha could hear the murmuring of the maids, “... call this hell,” David growled.It was a huge bedroom with a king-size bed in one corner. Adjacent to the bed, there was a large window on the wall. The room was very cold, Alisha stared at an erotic painting of an orgy on the wall. There were clamps on the bed.“Clean up if you want. I will be back,” David said in a stern voice. After all, he was. I smiled "Happens a lot when I wear this tank top." Then I winked. This was going to be his lucky day, and mine.The guy in front of us finally got done. "Your up." The pimple faced punk said.My new friend slides over to the cash registers and put his items on the counter. The check out boy rang up his items. "That will be $145.32," he said.The guy I was talking to pulled out his wallet and while staring at me pulled out 8 eight twenties. He really thought that impressed me. It didn't, what did. They had both watched a 1970’s movie called “Stepford Wives”. It centered around an idyllic community where all the wives behaved joyfully submissive to their husbands. The husband’s had replaced them with Robots. They were both doing their best imitation of those obedient puppets. Naturally, they did it with their usual Goldberg sarcasm at the same time.The girls had cobbled together a few common assumptions about how Adam’s mind control worked on them they could agree upon. Erica reminded her. "Once Karin was in the office, taking a quick look at the books with Al and Michelle, Scooter and Crystal headed out on the lot. The work was going ahead on the unloading, cleaning and packing; Crystal was happy to see Norma and Barbie out there pitching in, and made a mental note to talk to Al or Michelle about slipping them some money. She glanced around, to see where Randy was -- she wanted to tell him goodbye before he started back to Spearfish Lake in the morning, and she planned on being.