Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, t...cky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold tooth glittering in the naked light of a single overhead bulb."Here? Now?" she asked incredulously"Here! Now!" he shot back with authority. It was obvious he was not accustomed to being questioned by his "hos".Angilee started to take. And she just wanted to get her rocks off.She’d always been good looking. She’d always had a talent for art. She’d done her own figure studies as a student. That was part of the problem with men her age. Most of them had let things go once they entered a career path. They were on the ladder, but not climbing fast enough for it to keep them fit. Seeing them naked didn’t generate any awe or appreciation in her artist’s eyes. She didn’t actually think about it that way. It just happened. Or didn’t. Grace was beaming and Anne had a look of contentment that was easy to see. Yes, as much as he wanted to deny it, there was a train wreck coming in two weeks either way! ‘Daddy, Miss Anne is going to get me ready for bed.’ Grace announced as they came in. Don was surprised and looked at Anne. ‘If it’s okay?’ She asked shyly. ‘Fine with me, I’ll take my hug and kiss now and then you deal with the little tornado.’ ‘Daddy, I’m no tornado!’ Grace answered him with a frown. ‘Okay, come here then.’. The women (the Runners) move from hiding place to hiding place in The Zone, attempting to be the last to evade capture – knowing that only when their nine sisters have been degraded and just one remains unshackled and out of custody will she be permitted to go free. From the Hunters side, they compete to capture the most women, or they spend their time pursuing a female of particular interest to them. Hunters share use of Runner women after the honor of the initial conquest, but each defeated.