I want you to be my life long mate. Move in with me. I don't want you part time any longer. I want all of you all of the time. So what are you going t... do about it?" Pack my stuff in my little flat, move into your a little bit bigger one, and we'll live happily ever after." Are you sure?" As sure as you are." Yes, I am. You know, you own me too." That means I'm your sex slave," he whispered into her ear."Ohhhh, you betcha," she mimicked the woman hero in the movie Fargo.Junior was able to talk. Quite all alone in her misery on this quiet Christmas Eve her voice didn't echo hardly at all in her small motel room. Her fingers endlessly caressed and probed the empty ring finger at the spot where her wedding band of over ten years had been until just recently. Alone and nearly destitute, she was just sitting in her little dumpy motel room waiting ... just waiting for the official divorce notification paperwork to arrive the day after Christmas.She had nothing to do now except sit and rock. Sherwood Books, owner being one of those. “Our books are disappearing and no one has a clue how it is done. This needs to stop and whoever is doing it taught a lesson without a public stink,”“Harvey,” the mayor continued, “As you know, my family financed the entire concept of marketing the ‘rare books’ buyers to come to our mountain spot. We lend them to the University for their Rare Book Room for folks to preview before purchasing, and the next thing we find out some of the books simply. The men left her tied up moaning, pleading and with no choice chewing, swallowing the bittersweet bung whilst they rolled more joints and cooked freshly killed meat. Omar dragged out a bottle of vodka from a cold running stream some 20 yards from the camp and returned as three of the other men were opening cans of beer. They all ate drank and smoked hashish for a number of hours before their attention turned back to Bridgette who by now was just standing there. She felt the giant jungle.