At first it was mainly odd jobs in the house, mending furniture and patching rotted boards and such, but then we went to the outbuildings and got down...to some more serious sawing and building. I measured twice and cut once as I had been taught and missed few opportunities to chat up the women. Jean was the wife, a full-bodied, dark-haired hussy only about five feet high, and Georgia was the slim daughter with light brown hair and longer legs. Within a day or two they had both sized me up and. ‘When did he leave?’ He stood back as the sweet little old woman opened the apartment door. ‘He left very early yesterday morning, he still owes me two hundred dollars. That’s why he snuck away.’ She stood back allowing him to enter, ‘I already checked, he left nothing of value.’ She shook her head and snarled, her lips curling up enough for Rip to see the lipstick on her teeth. ‘Lock up when you’re done.’ She turned her rickety little body around and slowly descended back down the stairs, her. “And that means, bitch, that you and your flower-fancying friend come up to the office, and no fucking questions asked.” And so it was, having hardly recovered from their rape on the Gomorran border, that Tracey and Buttercup were reminded of the brutal realities of life in a man’s world. Ralph and Bob led the two girls up a concrete stairwell to an array of offices where there were no women other themselves at all. All around them were men either in uniforms or bad-fitting suits, in offices. "NO WAY! Think about it, Sarah. If Adam could create drones he'd have them out scouring the entire planet until he tracked down both David and you and me. No, they'll just have to get by without them."What Sarah didn't know was that Hannah had spotted a drone while she had been linked that morning. She hadn't mentioned it to Sarah, but as soon as she had broken the link to her friend she sought out her twin to put the idea of producing their own drones to him."Adam, I've had an idea," she said.