“Everything OK Sam? Is Susie in trouble?” Jung-Mi asked, sounding slightly worried.Sam stuttered, then took a drink of the soda she brought him. �...�Uhhhh, she seems fine Judy, I do not think your sister is in any trouble.”“How you know? Maybe she hurt, bring them back again, I want to see she alright!”Sam ran through his mind quickly what he saw in the monitor before he turned it off. He did see Vince in the car, he was in the driver seat. However, he did not see Susie, and Vince’s seat was. She came full circle, to rest just behind the basket. Slowly, as if in a dream, she put her arms behind her and undid the catch of the bra. Her breasts tumbled out as she discarded the garment, and dropped it in the basket. She slipped down her thong, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. The thong went into the basket as well. She moved in front of the guillotine and faced the audience, holding herself to attention. Frances noticed her line of gaze was no longer on the Masters - she was looking. Most of themworked behind the scenes and I didn't realize just how much they did forme. Only Amy, Mason, and Cole were people whom I worked with often. Butthat didn't make me any less grateful. I learned later that the onlyindividuals I actually employed were Amy, Mason, and Cole. The otherswere subcontractors of my father's company. But that didn't make themany less devoted to their work.When I had awakened this morning I didn't expect anything like this tohappen today, but I was already. ..it's really not that big a deal…" "WHAT??" I repeated."WHAT 'what', Dave? What in the hell do you mean by 'What'??" she shot back, her nerves obviously frayed.I knew I had to think of something intelligent to say, but my mind raced with a million questions. I took a deep breath, and began my interrogation."How long had this been going on before it stopped?" I asked."Oh, it never stopped. It's still going on, Dave," she half-whispered. Again, I was lost. "Dave, remember how I always go over to.