I was guessing that she wore little else underneath. She asked if I cared for a drink from the fully stocked bar. In addition to the bar with four st...ols there was a mini kitchen, and a sitting area with two large overstuffed leather chairs, a leather sofa and a coffee table. I said that I would have a Scotch and water. Diane told me to have a seat as she went to the bar for my drink. When she returned and found me sitting in one of the chairs she said, “No, no sugar. You’re over here with. Carlos. Hmmmmmmm … I had wondered how long it would be before he called. I was already halfway back to the bedroom and pressed the answer button and put it to my ear, “Yes, Carlos. How are you this evening?” I entered the bedroom at that point and everyone turned to my voice. It never occurred to me how that would look, answering a phone call from Carlos, walking naked back into the room and the strap-on bouncing in front of me. Helen giggled and pointed; I immediately blushed and quickly gave. Katie gasped in sudden realization. She recognized his voice and now her mind went to work and put two and two together. She had been scammed. There was no Mr. Bentley, it had been Ashley’s boyfriend Zack all along. The letter of recommendation was fake and Katie felt like a fool for not checking her out more thoroughly. She quickly hung up and called Chris right back. He answered on the first ring.“What did Bentley say?” “There is no Bentley, it was her boyfriend Zack all along. She tricked me. With that, I rode home, deciding on the way that I needed to make the trip to Port Zamfara sooner, rather than later. Yes, my shoulder hurt, and riding didn’t help any. Riding wasn’t a threat to my health, though. What the slaves in Port Zamfara faced each day was frequently a matter of worse physical pain than I would have to endure while riding there, and could even cost them their lives.Arriving home early enough to be a chew toy for the wolf pups, I was careful not to overuse my left arm. I.