"Kuspar nodded. "I think I can talk her down to twelve thousand easy,maybe ten thousand."Three days later, Tyngsen sat on the edge of the seat of an ...asy chairin the furnished apartment he had just rented, anxiously waiting forKuspar to show up, or to call him. What if something had gone wrong?What if somebody else had taken an interest in her at the worst possibletime, and outbid him? Or if she'd fallen victim to a drunken customerjust now, when she was days or hours away from being. Chloe focused resolutely on her desk, not daring to look up. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous, but there seemed to be an energy around Mr. Wilson. An energy that reminded her of when her Daddy would walk into her room unannounced. Daddy would often stand and look at her, not talking. She knew in those long pauses, when his eyes were fixed on her body, that it was time to get into position. She would lie on her bed, open her knees, and let Daddy see her smooth little pussy. But Mr. Wilson. ‘To the contrary! It is the noblest profession. And you recruited a willing partner for your, uh, practical project?’ ‘I sure did. In law school. We are married. He’s a lawyer, one of those Wall Street types.’ you wrinkle your face as if to give me license, adding for emphasis, ‘Terrible, I know.’ There is a pause. You grin again, ‘Just silence? I was hoping you would do the contrarian thing and supply some philosophical justification for his existence.’ ‘Not so easy! Surely you know that. "The song is a key; it will help her to keep her sanity!" I said, keeping it slightly ambiguous"Why are you so concerned about this girl? What have you done to put her into such a state?" She asked."Well, since you're on my computer I'm sure you can accept a conference call?" I asked her she gave me an affirmative and so I activated the basement camera, panning it to focus on the sleeping, naked, girl. "This is Margaret, she is a ten year-old girl who was kidnapped a year ago by... someone, who.