He motioned her closer to the bed, “What is your name?” he asked.“My Lord, I am Willow,” she said.“Willow ... do you mean the slave from the...... from Fresno?” Lord Blackmon said with an astonished look on his face.“Yes my Lord.”“I do not remember you ... like this!”“Sir, as you know I was unfit and untrained when I came to live here. Your slave Page has been preparing me ever since you left. I am the product of a very demanding school. She wanted me to be presented to you as a trained slave for. Not that I don’t like police or use them. I do on both accounts. But not tonight – not this. There will be a lot of questions that we don’t want asked right now. You’ve been through enough for one night.“I’ll go back to your home and gather some clothing and things if it’s safe. But first, I need to know. Did you know those guys? Had you seen them before? And…what ARE your names?”“I’m Amy. Becky here is 10, and Jenny is almost 8.“I had seen one of them before. The one with the knife. . She had gotten out of her chair and was standing at the side of Daddy's desk when I went back into his office, as if her being closer would have some effect on the outcome of the phone calls he was making. I went up to her and put my arm on her shoulder. She glanced at me and gave me a halfhearted smile, then turned right back to Daddy as if she might miss something by looking somewhere else. I squeezed her shoulder, then sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.Daddy had been on the. ..?" Her face?" Her face, do you know I'm not really certain about that, I think... Yes I'm sure her eyes were blue. No! That's a maybe. Dammit! Why do you have to ask silly questions like that"My dearly beloved's response was to aim a kick where, had it connected, might have brought tears to my eyes and a pair of lumps to the back of my neck. I grabbed the foot and hopped her gently backwards until the back of her leg connected with the bed and she sat down."It was quite disgusting - you were.