I’m not keeping you on my payroll if you are drinking on my time. My dad may have overlooked that shit, but I’m not my dad.”Bob huffed off into ...he office.“David,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Katty. Most people call me Kat and have since my dad let me onto my first job site when I was eight. Until my tits got too big to hide under overalls or a flannel shirt, they didn’t know I wasn’t his son. I have a brother, but he tended toward clothing design and hairstyling instead of. She found it interesting to mingle with the crowd and pick up bits and pieces of the chatter. Her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes got her the job, as well as a spot on the university cheer squad, all of which she hoped would pad her resume for when she graduated next spring and had to find a real job. She was 22, and hoped that these nights of physical labor would soon be over. The work wasn’t bad that night, just a relatively small business gathering of about fifty people, mostly older. She didn't stop there and broke wind several more times moving her ass against my face as I gasped for air. When she finished she pulled me around and looked down at me. "I can't tell you how much you disgust me!" she spewed, "you're a coward and a chicken shit and you've allowed me to do all these things to you...and now you're addicted to our abuse, and eating my ass you fuck...the guards are disgusted by you, our clients are disgusted with you...and you know what, your time here has just. ?She reached instinctively for her backside and smiled. ?Slut. ?She had enjoyed every damn degrading bit of it.Running late as usual, she missed the train today. ?As she scampered to the lobby of her apartment building, a doorman hailed her last cab.SnatchedInside a van, two men who had been tracking Lindsay shook their heads. ?She appeared to be a creature of habit and relatively easy to snatch."It's almost like kidnapping a baby for crissakes," said Neal. ?"She's easy prey for a mugger."Neal.