The money box was presented to the loser and Jessica was forty dollars richer. I could see and feel her enjoyment of the game. Her enthusiasm promised...a great game.The panty man now bid forty for her bra. Loser man bid fifty that she would not hand over my bra. "Or will you," he inquired. "I am not wearing a bra, I hardly ever do," Jessica informed him.The box received fifty dollars. The next voice startled Jessica a bit."I don't believe it until she proves it," said the voice. "She is too well. They'd been used to pay off a debt of some kind probably. I couldn't figure out if they meant just the two of them or their whole family, but that was a long time ago anyway, by their short reckoning. A couple years at least and now they just worked the Japanese sex tours mostly.That shit happened all the time though. People were always good currency, almost as good as cash, and it wasn't called slavery. They called it indentured servitude, cause slaving was illegal. But you could trade a. That's why Tonya's not here, by-the-way, she's out rounding up the last of them."All this evening, I've also been thinking about what I saw in New London, and at the Juicer camp. As I thought about it, I realized that Liz Smith was correct when she said our society is on the verge of collapse. I'm not ready to say her ideas are the solution, but I have to admit that her people are the only ones doing anything constructive about it."I agreed with Sonja, but I did not know if she was expressing. But she had nice tits.They treat their employees like slaves and puts unrealistic demands on them to quantify their shortcomings further up the ladder. They have conflicting goals that only hurt the customer and put sales goals and numbers ahead of customer satisfaction every time. When I was hired, I had never met another human being as awful as my boss. She would call me outside of business hours to tell me I am not doing well and threaten to write me up when I was on pace or ahead of all my.