‘If you do not let go of me I will plunge this dagger deep and watch you drop like a stone.’ She spat out at him, the husky sound from her bruise... throat only made the warning more dangerous. He heeded it, dropping his hands from her bruised neck, but before anything could go further the man in front of her was suddenly flung back. She had just moved the dagger in time before her attacker had been thrown to the ground. There stood the man with the blue eyes, breathing hard as his foot stood. Me: kuthe rahtos? (where do you live?)He: jawal.. (nearby)Me: hmmm, jogging karat ja roz, good habit (keep jogging, it’s a good habit…)He: hmmm, thanks.He: but mala ek prashn ahe, vicharu? (can I ask you something?)Me: hmmm…He: normally, fit asun hi and figure hi mast ahe, mag jogging and daily practice ka? (you are fit and got a good figure, then why jogging and daily practice?)Me: hmm, flirting… (I was sure, he likes me,)He: nahi.. (no.)Me: thik ahe, are fit rahn changl ast mhanun. (its ohk,. " Yes Mistress," my father said."Oh, and don't forget to switch to the larger plug. We need to loosenyou up a bit for tonight." Yes Mistress," my father replied after which he adjourned to thekitchen.Seconds later Claire walked into the living room wearing a form fittingblack sleeveless sweater that made her boobs look amazing and a pair oftight black slacks that hugged her ass just right. Her luscious blackhair was done up in a kind of messy bun and she wore no makeup exceptfor bright red. I sat where Margarita had sat, the only other chair in the room besides Jason's. He instructed Margarita, speaking into the mic, watching her while occasionally glancing at me. I suddenly felt very drowsy, and the hint of a chemical odor convinced me of a reason. I pretended sleep holding my breath as long as possible. A couple minutes later I could hold out no longer. My last memory before passing out came through careful slits of my eyes. Jason donned headphones. He whispered something into.