Figuring I better not push my luck I closed the door and went into the kitchen and sat there and made myself a snack. About 15 minutes later a barefoo... Mary came into the kitchen wearing only a towel wrapped around her head and another one wrapped around her body. She walked up to where I was sitting, said, “Oh, that looks good, can I have a bite?” and I said sure. I asked her if she wanted me to make her some dinner but she said she wasn’t really that hungry. She did say what she really wanted. I was pushed onto the couch and my daughter was dragged form her room and pushed onto the couch with me. Now I stood in the living room with them and my sixteen-year-old daughter and we were being told to undress by men with guns and cameras. "Let her go back to her room. She's only sixteen and she never ...." was all that I got out when I was punched in the stomach. I doubled over but was pulled back up. Joann, my daughter was sobbing and hanging on to me. I looked at her and said, "I'm. I was the headline dancer for about a year. The owner introduced me to one of his clients. I got talking to her and she told me about another opportunity she thought I would be better suited for. She was a madam and told me about the perks of being an escort in her brothel. The money was much better than I made at the club. I accepted her offer and moved into her brothel. I still kept my apartment because it was cheap. I lived with her and the other escorts at the brothel. All the girls made. Anxiously awaiting his plane’s arrival, pacing on trembling legs between the monitor and the gate, counting every minute…cell phone clamped tightly within my sweaty palm…whispering to myself…”oh god…oh god…” feeling slightly nauseous. Swallowing the lump in my throat as I hear the announcement of the plane’s arrival at the gate….stiffening, turning to watch the disembarking passengers…suddenly unsure of why I was there….’oh my god…I can’t remember what he looks like…” blinking rapidly as each.