You don't have a car?" No... I'm the wrong side of 30, so I decided to prove I was still limber. My mistake, no I don't have a car."One of the macho f...gures spoke; "You're a Brit, aren't you?" I... is it that obvious?"He grinned at this... "Okay, stupid of me... we could give you a ride. We... don't really know London. Mr Barton and I have a very... VERY promising entertainment scheme to promote... and right now we could do with some FAQ on London."It sounded okay, I said yes. We sat down and. I heard Mom take a shower while I made the marinade. Not quite an hour later, after I had gone back to watching TV, I heard Mom rattling around in the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later I could smell delicious steak scent wafting out to me."David," I heard Mom yell."Yeah?" Will you open this bottle of red? Perhaps you'd like some with dinner, too." Okay."I opened a bottle of Chianti while Mom continued to fuss over dinner. Grabbing the bottle and a couple of wine glasses I returned to the den,. " She said as Miranda had a hold of her arm pulling her toward the door."You can bet on it." I said to her and watched them head out into the night.The very next day I called her back. I was so enthralled with her I couldn't wait. We got together for pizza a day later. It was still a school night but we spent several hours together talking about school, friends from back home and our families.After graduating from high school her parents had wanted her to attend a college close to home. But she. It was Karl, the zamboni driver at the rink. Welcome to your new life, he chuckled, Here are some rules. No screaming or I will kill you. No running away or I will kill you. You are to remain in this room for the rest of your life, and do exactly what I say with no complaints. Understand? Dasha didnt look at him. I asked you if you understood. Answer me! Karl screamed. Dasha nodded. Say yes sir, Karl hissed. Yes sir, Dasha whispered. Good girl. Karl stood up. Are you hungry? he asked her..