He answered immediately. Well, he did have one of those caller ID thingys that had just come on the market, well, as far as she knew they were new.“...es, honey, I need to see you ... yes, it’s much worse than we thought, much worse ... yes, I’ll come down there ... twenty minutes. Okay ... love you too.”Her purse was still in the car, a testament to the truth that she was seriously distraught.It took her twenty-two minutes but the last of those was in the elevator to the ninth floor.The. “First things first; I see by your file you have no skin allergies you are aware of, Miss McNally?” she asked pronouncing the surname Mac- an-ally. The young woman faced her and smiled shaking her head.“Family?” she asked.Katie nodded, “Lots of cousins and aunts and uncles up near the border,” she tore open the package revealing two sticky pads and a sticky strip. “These will monitor your vitals while you stay with us;” she explained as she wrapped the strip around the woman’s tanned bicep, “If. “I think you have me ready so bend over the seat and spread your legs.”Kitten did as she was told and then Sir gave her a hard swat on her ass looking at Susan to see how she would react.“Ouch, Sir, please tell me what I did to deserve that.”“That is the good thing, Kitten, you did nothing wrong. I just wanted to see how Susan would react.” Finishing saying that he swatted her other cheek, just as hard.This time Kitten answered correctly. “Two, thank you, Sir. May I have another.”This caused. Sasha hired me as her personal assistant. She made me sign a contract just like you did, only mine had a clause stating that I was property of Sasha and Happy, Happee Limo company. Sasha explained to me that now she owned me. I was to do everything and anything she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted. I had no say in the matter. If I tried to quit, fight back, or run away she would find me and have me pull 10 trains a week. She called a big Italian guy into the office to prove to me.