Good find. I approve.??Thank you Madam Arleta? Isay.?Good Slave, good work. Nowlet me tell you who lives where. Mark stays on the first floor, our nex... door.Trevor & Derek are on the 2nd floor. Peter & Robin stay onthe 3rd. The two ladies are on the top floor. We have an elevator,but you are not allowed to use that unless any of us specifically order &approve your travel in an elevator.? Rozina declares.?Now slave, get those clothes of yours from the floor and come with me to thekitchen.? I. At twenty four she learned no nonsense, good business ethics and stayed true to them, except that she liked to party and would sometimes drink to excess. Linkon Morris was hired by her father and mother. A handsome soft spoken thirty-one year old. Link was six foot tall, brown hair and blue eyes. A self assured second degree black belt in Judo. He was experienced in all areas, having worked for a major manufacturing company for five years that was gobbled up by Conners-Convair. Sadly he didn't. Not wanting to ruin my chances.I wait to see what would happen. After nothing does for a while I start to relax. Maybe he was just joking about the 'something else' part. About 30 minutes pass. I don't say anything for fear of him recording my time here. Eventually he stands. "That should be enough time," he says. I stand too, feeling a flood of relief, thinking he's letting me go home. Detentions did only last about half an hour. "Oh no, not for you miss," he says snidely. "You can sit down. My two employees who were police played police and observed, staying way back, the rest of us started ripping posters down and throwing them in the dump body. The so called artist scattered with the women who had been assisting him.Just as I expected, in less than five minutes here they came. We kept on working while I was joined by Kelly, Clayton and Ching Lee as the distance closed; we kept ripping stuff down.“What are doing? Those belong to us.” The voice belonged to Abdul Wakil.“Abdul you.