Here she was, Lady Artemis herself, watching one of their major processing facilities go up in flames, metaphorically. At last report there were sixty...eight slaves with a combined market value of $1.7 million for their first year of service alone. All of that gone, not to mention the huge number of employees captured. How many would talk? Artemis kept a policy of operating on a need-to-know basis, but some wise investigator would be able to fit the pieces together....Somebody rapped on her. I gave each one a hug. This was not easy cause they were all clones out of the same body building factory.These girls played in a softball team sponsored by our restaurant. All of them were tall, strong, and beautiful. I knew each woman would be happy to help me out. As I got in the truck with Greta, I could see that the women had come armed and ready. Kinda cool to have your own army, especially an army that could handle PMS.It was time to do business, but I had no idea where to start.The. “Marion will you enter this order, we have an open ticket on it for Ms. Mildred Carson.” she said handing the man the note I had figured my materials on. Carol walked over to me and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me away from the sales desk.“This has gone on long enough! Come with me!” she said and pulled my arm until I followed. I had no idea what had happened ... I was afraid I had messed up someone’s job or had put some materials on the wrong ticket. Hell I was scared.We turned the corner. I didnt want to talk to anyone else or even make eye contact. Right before I got to my house, I noticed Mrs. Jensen lugging around a big box as much as I wanted to walk passed her so I knocked on her door and offered to help. She had packed up a bunch of their winter coats to toss in the attic. She walked first and going up the stairs I could not help but stare up her dress staring at her laced black thong. When she came down she had me sit while she cuts me a piece of cake she made earlier.