"No, you're not fired! Hell you're the best waitress thisplace ever had. Not to mention, you suck cock better than anywaitress I ever had. If you can ...eep up the act and keep yourmouth shut about this, you can keep working as long as youwant," he continued much to my relief. I was about to go and fixmyself up when Carl stopped me again. I was confused. My reliefwas beginning to slip away. "There is just one more thing," he said. "Now that youdon't have to hide what's under your skirt from. Just about 3 AM. Being who I am, I naturally check the weather forecast for the time of sunrise. I had about three hours.The car wasn't like my van, now parked in a Federal parking lot in DC. That I could have climbed in and simply pulled the curtains. Here, it appeared my only option would be to crawl into the trunk and lock it. Fat chance. With my luck someone would pop it open at high noon, leaving me a small pile of dust. So I needed to catch a ride.That didn't look real promising either. I. " I love you too, Kelli girl."They clung to each other and spent quite a while in each other's arms, just being near and drawing comfort from each other. Kelli was so proud her dad felt he could turn to her and she promised herself that she would do anything he needed to get through this. She was really starting to hate her mother for doing this to him. In a way she could see herself taking her mother's place. She could cook and clean and take care of everything. The only place she couldn't. Stephanie froze, holding her breath. It seemed like an eternity as the bug clung onto her thigh. Each second, the fear within the girl fed upon itself until the bug fell off.The captive girl collapsed in her bonds, panting through her nose. Panting became sobbing. She wanted out of the basement. She would do anything ; absolutely anything. This was far worse than the stinging of the cattle prod or the lashing of the crop.Soon, the girl ran out of tears. The dull aches, eclipsed by her fears,.