As he returned from work, he glanced toward Roy’s house, and didn’t see Gina’s car there. That prompted him to slow down before the driveway whe... he was headed out to shoot. Upon seeing her car still wasn’t there, he turned in to save the money he would have spent to use the range.Not long after, he had four targets even better than the ones from the day before. Upon putting up his gun, he took the two days worth of targets over to the shed where he left them for Roy. His friend was a good shot. Once the worst of the fear had passed, she followed cautiously. There was no sign of the animal, she could no longer even hear its large paws or track any prints.From the edge of the clearing she could see the door and windows much clearer. A few small sheds and piles of wood and equipment lay scattered around the site. Yet things seemed tidy, even ordered within the setting somehow. She stood perfectly still and suppressed her breathing, and listened. Not a sound besides the rustle of the. Upon reflection he decided it was not so much the job. It was the workshop environment. The work was still interesting, reasonably well paid, he got on with his boss, the female clerk in the office and his one co-worker at the bench. It was an informal environment, a four person, owner-managed business and that side of it Ted liked very well.But the nature of the work had changed over time. Instead of moving around to do work, it now came to them at the workshop. Ted understood about margins. Immediately she was overpowered, shackled over a whipping bench and the Chief Eunuch spoke to her.After three tries he discovered she understood some English and said to her, "You will have to be whipped for attacking my assistant. If you carry on misbehaving, I will carry on whipping you, but I am certain we neither of us want that. No matter how you have been treated anywhere else, you are now in the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, and here you will.