"Thanks for all your help," Tim took her hand and led her out of the arena."You own me," Olivia squeezed his hand slightly."Own you?" he asked, frowni...g. "What do you mean by that?" I belong to you, sweetie. I'm your sex slave. I want you to be my life long mate. Move in with me. I don't want you part time any longer. I want all of you all of the time. So what are you going to do about it?" Pack my stuff in my little flat, move into your a little bit bigger one, and we'll live happily ever. Brian got up and told me he needed a drink as he walked out the room buck naked.I laid there for several minutes trying to gather my thoughts as I could hear people in the hallway talking. A few minutes later Brian, Tom and another older man (found out later he was the owner that worked the midnight shift there) walked in as I slowly tried to get up off the floor. The older man walks over to a wall and flips the main lights on in the room while saying "let's have a look at what we got in here.". "Jason, what country is the Gift Plane from?" Would you really have killed the Episcupus?" How is the Director's health?" Any comments about the Abbas's sermon at the Mount?"An overly eager reporter with a holo-camera on his shoulder stepped in front of me. I put a bullet through the camera lens before he realized his mistake. I tracked on his head until he was out of my way."Maybe we can have someone with Operative status assigned to the White House," Sarah said to Jacob."You see," Jacob. “No pen huh?”, I asked staring at the permanent marker. She wrote her number the whole length of my hand from my wrist up to and across my middle fingers, “555-6575” I separated my middle fingers a few times watching 575 become unrecognizable characters when they where apart.She smiled as I started walking backwards after she finished graffitiing my hand. “I’ll call you later ... either way.” She turned around relieving the back of her quarter length coat that hugged her waist highlighting her.