"Which one is Shirley?" An Amazon climbed on the back of the wagon to examine the slave sacks. "Why?" Debbie asked. "We have a special treat for he.... She has lured seven women out here tobecome slave girls. We thought the best thing we could do was give her a specialtreatment." "This is her. Brown eyes. The other two have blue eyes." Amazons ran chains from belts about the waists of two slave girls to ringson the slave sack. Once they had it on the ground, the two little slave girlsdragged. When we ended the interview and headed back inside, Julia checked her phone and there was a message for her to call Alexis back, "no matter what time it is."Julia checked it was fine with me, which it was, so she made the call, a few seconds later telling Alexis, "Yes, it's really Mark. He still looks like Ron, but that's supposed to change over a few weeks. Do you want to talk him."I took the phone and said, "Hello Spanky." Are you really Mark?" At the moment. It's a bit like musical chairs. She sat in the couch downstairs listening to the sounds of Pete cleaning. She smiled to herself. She reached her hand down her pants thinking of what she had in store for him.Violet's room was a mess, but Pete had managed to get it relatively clean in just under 40 minutes. Monica's room was a different story. As bad as Violet's was, Monica's room made it look like Buckingham Palace. There were ashtrays and cigarette butts strewn across the carpet and filthy articles of clothing everywhere.. Her eyes were quickly turned into smokypools that were framed by the well mascaraed lashes, softened eye linerand perfectly arched brows. A light dusting of foundation with a contourof blush finished the face. With some deliberation Joan applied a lipliner just outside her natural lip line and followed it with a kiss-prooflipstick that matched her manicure. A quick spray of Chanel No 5 and ashake of her recently treated hair, Joan was almost ready.With a tap of heels across the room, she.