He said the barn was really the main area; it had holding cells a clinic and video area for online auctions. There was usually a guard at each area wi...h a radio to the bunkhouse to call for help if there was trouble. We left him with the girls near the tree line hogtied and told them if there was trouble to shoot him and run to the beach our friends would be waiting and would get them out of here. They smiled and wished us luck.I set two claymores just outside of the bunkhouse door at angles to. Usually, that was in places like some silly soup kitchen or even a Police Station when she got scooped up in a net looking for street people.She was not certain exactly how old she was but figured she was somewhere around eighteen because she already had all those physical changes that young girls get when they pass puberty. At those times she would tell them about her mother Agnes and explained how she had to stay at the factory to work overtime or she would have been with her. Strangely, they. I promise not to spill the next glass."Benny went to the kitchen to get them both refills. His hands shook as he poured the wine. He had never thought in his wildest dreams that he would get to sleep with his sexy aunt. He only hoped that the thunder would be particularly loud that night, and she would want to cuddle.They drank until the wine and beer were gone, and then headed up to bed.It was then that Benny remembered that his suitcases were still outside in the passenger seat of his. George quickly racked his brain, 'Christel was it? No Christina, yes, definitely Christina. Quite a good student too, but very quiet.' The interval was so brief that she didn't notice."Sure Christina," he said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"Christina was startled that he knew her name - she was used to being anonymous and he hadn't seen her for over 3 months. Haltingly, she explained her situation - as briefly and neutrally as she could - not wanting to take his time, nor unload her.