. Detective Rodriguez. Fourteen days ago, my harem of twelve slaves disappeared for over three days. I used the GPS locaters to track them down to thi... place in lower Canada, by Cleveland," she said, trying to see if I was paying attention. I played her game, responding with a quick, "Yes, in Ohio."Satisfied, not me yet, but the dame, she continued: "Yes, well, they hadn't run off, but were in fact kidnapped by this gentleman, a Mr. Jean-Paul Wong. Mr. Wong had been systematically killing some. When we got to my house, I was shocked. It was decked out in all its Christmas finery. How had I hung those lights? I’d always needed Ginny’s help to do them. Where had I found the crèche that Ginny’s mother had as a little girl? All the lights on the tree were blinking. I must have spent hours finding burned out bulbs, when had I found the time, or the energy? I know I’d done it, but the doing was vague, distant. All our married life, my one job was to hang the lights, outside and on the. Her eyes widened as she felt him just inside her. He slid his hands up her arms and pressed his hands against hers, aligning their fingers. “This might hurt a lot. Those from different levels aren’t supposed to…” Before he finished his statement, she took his mouth, kissing him fiercely. He pushed inside slowly, with little thrusts meant to minimize stress. He felt her tears on his face, heard the sobs, and brought his arms around her shoulders. She slid her hands to his back, flattening her. He hurt her slightly as he entered her."Move your ass, baby," he said. "You know how to move." Despite the pain, Susan knew she needed to get it over and done with quickly. The other boys would be wanting their turns and she was impatient to get going again."God," Carl moaned. "I love to fuck. Christ, how I love to fuck." Well, shut up and fuck!" Bill commanded. "We ain't got all day. What if a cop comes along? We ain't exactly hiding." A cop. Susan had not even considered that possibility..