Or any other government alphabet agency.“Matt, this is about Nigel St. Gaudens.” both Suzy and I groaned. Again with this putz. He was like a bad ...enny. We couldn’t seem to get rid of him.“Please, Chuck, tell me he’s in jail, or Thailand, or something other than the state of Idaho.”“No worries Matt, after this I would be surprised if you ever hear his name again. But I do need to tell you the whole story.”“You mean there’s more? Isn’t it enough, making me an international internet pariah,. I walk around, going into the wood I come to a high, electric fence knowing this is my way to freedom, freedom it has a nice ring to it.I sit down to think. The cold hard ground feels better then concrete in that ?place. I know Vic isn’t dumb enough for this to be a standard fence, to test my theory I pick up a pine cone and throw it at the structure standing between me and the free world. The pine cone makes contact with the fence and is charred. Nope not climbing that, hmm I know I can climb. Oncetheir training was completed and Ginger and Silvia felt they were ready, thanand only than would they be introduced to their new Master. ? Richard haddreamed up many different ways he could make money with his slaves. He hadconnections all over the world that dealt with human smuggling, and people thatshared his desire for human humiliation and degrading. ? There was a knockon the door just when Richard was about to go on his tour of the new slaves.One of the guards walked into the room. She drew her head back at little, having difficulty identifying the creams so close to her face. Then she did something so casually it was beautiful. She pushed up onto her right elbow, twisting her left shoulder back so she could look at the collection. As she did, her left breast rose with her, springing from her chest and dangling free less than a foot from my face.“Hmmmm,” she seemed to be reading the labels, though she must have known what each was at a glance. Was she giving me a chance.