"We're all going in this time," he shouted to him. "It's heavy work and we need every hand we can get!"This was unusual because someone had to be ther... to get the car and the loot out of danger in case someone came. It didn't make any sense that they would leave the car and the van unattended.He climbed out of the car, his knees were shaking, but he hoped that no one else could see his fear. He couldn't let his fears, which may be imagined, get the best of him. In any case, he decided to keep a. I rode up to the mansion and Patrick met me as I parked my Harley and shook my hand. He led me to the door put in a security code and opened the door, I recognized him as the brother of Michael the Sargent at Arms, he took me directly to Carson’s office and left, it reminded me of a military operation. Carson greeted me and said he was glad I was back so soon and gave me a brothers’ hug. I told him I was considering the offer of membership. He said “did some checking did ya?” in his obvious. It didn’t help when he pulled me closer to him by the Puddin Collar, my breath increased, my heartrate leapt higher and I admit that I got a little excited."This should be round your neck not on your belt," he said, his voice full of sexual overtones.“I was just waiting for the right type of man to put it there,” I blurted as I found it increasingly difficult to breathe.“I'm sure you’ll find him,” he said, letting me go. He walked away leaving me standing there.I was so frustrated, what the. This didn't seem right, but maybe the resturant was on the top floor? As the doors slid closed in front of me I turned to my winning bidder and as I asked his name, his hand slipped from mine. The silent man in the middle moved quickly, pulling my arms behind my back, cold steel handcuffs closing around each wrist, while the elevator operator wrapped a gag through my mouth and a blindfold around my eyes. I was scared and tried to fight and scream without success. I didn't hear the bell.