The next morning, I heard a knock at the door. “Billie?” “Billie, you there?”The doorknob rattled before it finally started to turn. I was tra...ped like a rat in Billie's room. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and certainly no way to explain why I was where I was. Billie was still asleep and I was half-naked wearing only my blue jeans and my shirt had been flung halfway across the room along with Billie's gown and underwear. The door swung open and there stood Mallory, wearing a white cotton. "Well, I had an incident last night with two men who tried to kill me and I need your help in tracking them down. The problem is, I have no idea who they were. Can you help?" I asked."Maybe. Give me their description and everything that happened," McAllister said. I spent the next ten minutes reciting (for the third time) the whole scenario and what had happened, straining to remember everything I could about the incident. The entire time I was greeted by silence on the other end and when I. Clearly, if there were any plans here, they were Tammi's. She lost the first round, shedding her blouse and revealing a lacy white push-up bra framing some lovely cleavage, and just a hint of nipple showing through. I had to admit to myself that this gave a little flesh, as it were, to the previous nights' fantasies.Tammi asked, "Like what you see, Joe?" You're a beautiful woman, Tammi,” I said, deadpan. I looked over at Jeff, who was wearing a sheepish grin. Guess he wasn't offended."Nice. She also knew if she did not perform sexually to the man’s satisfaction, her brother would severely punish her and withhold her injection until she was in horrific withdrawal pains and begging him to give her what she needed.“Emma, this is Mr. Smith. You are going to take excellent care of him. Get up and let Mr. Smith look at you,” Albert said, giving his sister a demanding look. Of course, Smith was not the man’s real name.Reluctantly, Emma got up and stood in front of Mr. Smith and said,.