We would need four or five staff, an older woman for the girls to tell their trouble to and to tidy up, you can't seem to program housebots..."Kate in...errupted her with, "We have no housebots here." Two older women then," continued Martha, "who can do all the cleaning and be mothers to the girls. Three bouncers, big reliable men who get paid like slaves, but get free fucks now and again. That means about thirty rooms; it isn't going to be cheap. And do you want specialities?" Specialities?". Not to mention the emotional turmoil of not being able to work. My disposable income had become just 'disposable.' I would spend days staring out my window at empty streets, looking like scenes from a zombie apocalypse without the zombies, contemplating get rich slowly schemes.My first endeavor was converting panty liners into protective masks. Sadly all I had available were used ones which made it appear as though I was hemorrhaging which cut into my sales but did serve as a deterrent to. Nothing to lose and only able to gain, Bob liked conversing with her about something other than past events, or of people he never knew existed. She talked mostly about her horse, it a undeniable male, and she loving him as much as the stallion like to press his nostrils into her ample breasts. The animal sniffed deeply at her breasts, he seemed to like her sweaty scent, it aroused from him something Bob never saw or thought about what a horse has when aroused.Karen admitted she too felt bored. And after wading ankle deep in the blood of his murders, she couldn't help but think he'd be better off dead.But, that wasn't for her to decide, courts, judges and juries decided guilt and innocence, she just got the criminals off the streets. So she'd sat in that room and she'd managed through sheer will to stay professional. She had hid her intense feelings of disgust for the deadly killer by holding onto what she held dear by the skin of her teeth. She had done the job for the badge and what.