.. I shall give Birte the money to imburse you." Do you?" Joerg asked."Do I what?" Hildburg asked back."Do you care for us?"She blushed prettily, but ...he looked into his eyes when she answered."I find you a nice man, Joerg Isebrand, and Birte says you are kind and caring. I do not know much about your comrades, but they came here on our bidding, to lend us support. It shames me how my father speaks ill of them all the time."Joerg took a deep breath. The sight of her lovely face with her big,. "I'm never here, so why ask me? Go to the police, file a missing persons report." He hung up.I sat down. I wasn't getting the support I needed from him.Then the phone rang. It was Jonathan."Dorothy? Listen carefully," he said."What do you want?" If I find out anything happened to my lovely daughter, I'll come after you.” His voice was threatening but I was used to the way he talked."Oh, so what are you going to do, send another whore to fight me?”"What did you just say?" You heard what I. It was a boring Sunday and my city is not very famous for its night life, it is usually families out at public places, restaurants are usually crowded so I usually spend time at home on the net making new friends, chatting and catching up with old ones, a same old evening and I am on 1 of the popular gay social networking sites and usually checking the forums there and I get a ping from a guy, I read his profile and it states that he is from Africa a local from there but in my town for academic. They certainlyknew.Sneaking through the lobby was a little easier since the clerk wasaway from the desk. On reaching my car I realized I would have todrive in my heels, but fortunately the club wasn't too far away.Before long I was safely inside.## Chapter 4Erica was waiting for me by the fire on an Italian leather sofa,reading a beauty magazine in the lap of her slender, shaven legs.Other than her, the club was empty. I learned later that the club wasofficially closed on Sunday nights so that.