Our sales office was in one of the model homes, and I mostly worked by myself. There were three other model homes to showcase to homebuyers. My job...was to help them through the process of buying a new home. There were periods where traffic was real slow. But I did get frequent visits from a few of the construction guys, who built the houses just about a couple blocks away. They would pretend to have some chore as there reason for coming by, but I knew just wanted to flirt with me. It. Michael would drive her and her friends home when they were done.When she was 16, she began interning with her grandfather’s company. Four days a week, five hours a day during summer breaks and school vacations found her following around one executive or another.Martin found her one day around noon. “Hey, Jacie, want to grab some tacos?”She gave him a stiff smile. “Can we step into the conference room for a minute?”They walked into the empty room and she closed the door behind them. “Listen,. Master would kill me some day, but I was not going to my final judgment with the blood of a young girl on my hands. I had not killed anyone. I would not start now.After bathing her and tending to her wounds, I dressed her in a faded hospital gown and pushed the gurney to the large cell my other captives called home. “Another one, Igor?” Belinda asked. I always liked this young woman. Though she was blind from Master's cruel attentions, she held no malice toward me. She was already hidden. "Ricky was confused, "I don't understand. Feel what way?" I thought I might feel dirty or something. You are my son, after all, and we shouldn't be having sex." It was good then?" Ricky asked, needing a positive response.Helen giggled, "Oh, yes, Ricky, it was good. So good I want you to take me home, please, so we can do it again but in comfort this time."Ricky's chest swelled. The last thing he wanted to know was his own mother thought he was a lousy fuck.Ricky started the car. "Aren't you.