What else do you have? How about Beethoven? He doesn't get me quite as hot."I pointed to the cabinet that held most of the Beethoven pieces."Spring, h...w about Spring? We could try the Spring sonata." She opened the cabinet started to dig through the folders. I stepped to her side to help her search, and she grabbed my arm and gave an excited squeeze.She found the music and held the folder triumphantly aloft. "This will be perfect. I've worked on it before. It's Spring, get it? Just like us,. ‘You’d do that? ... To your own mother?”“Damn straight. Now are you going to say yes, or do I start by getting the belt?”“Kyle ... PLEASE!”“Shut up and decide, Mother!”They both knew what her answer would be, but for different reasons. Kyle assumed that the threat of a severe whipping and being literally thrown into the street penniless would get him what he wanted.But while the whipping and homelessness were indeed excellent reasons to acquiesce, it was the guilt, the overwhelming and heart. During the night, she had a dream. She was being tied to a flat table with a bright light upon her naked body. The bindings on her hands and feet were getting tighter and tighter. She opened her mouth to scream but she couldn't produce any sound what so ever. She could hear voices making comments on her body. "What a wonderful specimen you have brought us." a voice said, "Yes she will make a fine whore for us, for the night" said another.She then could hear loud footsteps echoing, coming. ‘Trace completed at-‘ Nelson impatiently cutoff the electronic voice, ‘Dial back.’ It rang several times before the screen came on. A dapper man in business attire with a suitcase in his hand said, ‘Hello?’ ‘Kill,’ Nelson said quickly. Damned airport. He called me from a fucking airport. Has he lost his mind? Or is he in that much trouble? Nelson dressed quickly, he moved to the tiny kitchenette and made a pot of coffee. While it was brewing he took a shoebox from the top shelf of his closet.