?Who’s in charge of you?? he sighed realizing, ?never mind, just kneel there and wait, don’t do anything,? he paused, ?that’s an order slave.? I...nodded at him. He strode away quickly, heading for the back of the mansion. I knelt quietly for about fifteen minutes, the wet portions of my skin slowly drying. I was dirty, smelly, covered in things I knew weren’t but determinedly insisted in my mind were flakes of dirt. I am very fastidious about my personal hygiene and behavior; I’d do anything for. We've got a system that can trace a phone call anywhere in the world, as it happens, when people call the White House. So it shouldn't be too much trouble to find out just what I want to know about my nosy little friend, Barocca." He opened a certain application on his computer, and tapped a number of keys, as he entered in a request for a trace on a recent phone call. A few moments later, Barocca's original phone number was displayed on his screen. "I knew that little snot wasn't as smart. I think he works somewhere near there" - (This was complete news to me. Not about 'The Sucker', I'd worked out his visiting routine ages before, but talk of a bus station cottage certainly was news! I'll tell you more about that next time, so stay tuned!)"I bet you've had him 'round here haven't you?" I playfully quipped."No actually, I haven't. I very rarely invite people into my home as you know full well, you being one of them. Though lord knows why I bother because you only come round here. Charlie said, "Mr. Olsen, it wasn't that difficult and it only took three days. Our fee is $5,000."He stared at us, utterly surprised. "Bullshit."Don't you realize that business doesn't work that way?"Charlie smiled at him, "Our business works that way."He was stunned. Finally, he asked, "Who should I make the check out to?"Charlie said, "Charlene Cartwright."He stared at Charlie for five seconds and then left the room. Five minutes later he came back."The check is for $7,500; I don't want any.