Switching from various machines, she thought about the actress. She had heard of her, but never watched any movies. “Poor girl. Probably a drug a...dict too.”Working at the smith machine, doing squats, she thought of her son. She needed to call him, remind him to warm up leftovers.“Got it?” Cindy asked Collin on the phone a few minutes later.“Yeah, Mom, I’ll eat that. No worries,” Collin said.“Good. I love you,” She said.“Love you too, Mom,” Collin cheerily replied.“I’ll be here a little. The bundle of overhead phone lines were easy to see. A light rope with a weight on it flew over the cable and this was used to pull a heavier rope over. This was attached to the hitch on the truck. With a shout, they raced off and yanked the wire out of the connector. The truck shook because the copper wire was not that easy to sever.The rope was disconnected from the truck and they raced off and turned around to go to the cell phone site for this area. The large tower was easy to spot as was. She had dark brown hair, tied back in a pony tail, and wide brown eyes. Now she wriggled on her toes, hands secured far above her head. I had handcuffed her in this position moments before, securing the cuffs around a hook, a feature of the daylight windows in our top floor apartment. Sarah’s new nose ring glimmered in the light from our floor lamp. Right below was the metallic sheen of duct-tape. The tape was so wide it covered nearly the whole bottom of her face; from her nose to the tip of. I don’t know what kind of education she has, but she needs to be able to read, write, do sums. I would like her to have as much knowledge as possible. I expect each of you to instruct both her and my daughter according to your strengths. Are we all agreed then?”They nodded, some with more enthusiasm than others. “Very good. Now we will discuss wages. I do not expect you to labor for just room and board. I will pay you a fair wage for your skills. Henrietta, since you have little skills, you.