I blinked as I got used to the light.Our trainer led us to the dais. A single guard stood there. He was an older man with stern eyes and a brown moust...che that seemed out of place on his face somehow. He carried a black coiled belt in his hands.“First lesson sluts!” our trainer bellowed. We all stopped and had they lined us up in front of her straight. She stepped in front of me, and then asked me my name.“My name is” was all I managed to get out before the slap snapped my head around.“You are. Chris had brought with her from Westborough the weekly mail from Ash and Lisa Caldwell’s mailbox. She’d arranged with her mother to capture the next load in about a week. I went through the pile looking for clues and anything out of the ordinary. Again, I paid a couple of bills to keep their house going, and trashed the junk mail.We next heard from Lisa Caldwell on Tuesday of the following week. Another Priority Mail letter arrived, this time postmarked from Ames, Iowa. I let Ash open it and. France and England both ran out of good spruce for aircraft pretty early in 1916 and Michigan had lots.So ... there was old, dry and warped wood, hardened glue pots and old stiff brushes along with layout patterns and lots of little nails all over the floor and benches. There were wings in the ceiling and piles of junk here and there ... stuff.But over in a corner ... almost unseen ... was a Chris-Craft yacht on a wheeled cradle ... fairly rare ... Chris Craft built lots of status symbols .... I knew my wife wasn't at home. She was going to be home later on tonight. I just got off the with her on the phone on… my way home from work. She was with her sister and Mom up in Oregon. I knew our new housekeeper/nanny at the house keeping an eye on our nine-month-old baby girl named Morgan and was supposed to be making sure the house is a, up immaculate and super clean.Instead, I hear her pleading begging Lustfully calling out to who or whatever is lavishly ravaging her savagely. I closed.