When I broke into their rooms, they were gone. They didn’t take their clothes but they were missing. I left and plan to drive home to Nashville but ... don’t think I will find people much. My younger sister lived with me while she was in school. She doesn’t answer her phone.”Bert said, “It’s a mystery. That’s for sure. I miss Marie. She wouldn’t have left me for no reason.”I said, “Have you both tried to call or go see everyone you know?”They nodded. Bert asked, “Did you?”“Yes,” I answered. “I. ”“The girl, Vicki. Is she?”“She’s a repackaging of Cindy. Or Dana. Or Nikki. Or Terri. Something about mental maturity – emotional maturity – cultivated by her home life, both with her mom, who’s a piece of work, and her dad and step-mom, who fit this place like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Out of all that, sir, she does what she says. Magical.”“I suppose that’s an ‘I think she’s ready to handle this’, then?”“As a somewhat distant observer. Vicki’s on Cindy’s team. Cindy might be the one to give. “Well, do you?” He asked again when neither of us responded.“No.” Justin answered, humiliated and embarrassed.“No.” I added, trying to get over the shame I was feeling and the guilt for talking Justin into continuing our debauchery earlier that morning.“Good, then.” Mr. Harris said, rubbing his hands together like a villain with an evil plan. “Justin, first you need to clean up the mess you have made in your Sister.” Mr. Harris scolded. Justin stood to his feet, suddenly eager to do. I began undressing, all the while babbling and begging him not to hurt me. "I'll be good, Daddy," I whimpered. "I'll do anything you say, Daddy..PLEEEEESE!"Batuco didn't answer. When I was nude, except for my work boots and bandanna, Batuco told me to reach under the desk and get what was there. I got down on my knees, eager to obey, feeling around. My hand hit an object. I grabbed it and pulled it out and brought it to him. He was sitting on a stack of mattresses, reading a porno magazine..