"She heard Jill telling her husband, "It's just a job, honey, that's all. Think of it that way. Like when you were in the hospital, the nurses and the...orderlies that washed you and cleaned you up, emptied your bedpan. This is the same in a way. I'm not making love to these people, just giving them sexual relief. It's only a job, an unpleasant one, granted, but a job."Marge's voice was little more than a whisper. "How long, Bill? How did it start." About eight, nine months ago. Jill was behind. "It took all of Ernesto's self control not to kill the man outright, for Rubina would have fought against the type of 'training' a brothel offered, fought perhaps to the death. He questioned the man closely, indicating that a woman of spirit was what he wanted, and the brothel-keeper said that he was sure he had sold her through the slave market at a small oasis not far from the city. Ernesto followed up the trail to the auction house, where the auctioneer remembered her from the photograph and. You fucked a yank, he left you to straighten up, but you probably fell asleep, dreamt the whole thing and then came back in making the whole thing up! We are going now and I suggest you shut up before I arrest you for prostitution” Shouted DC Thorne abusively.“You call us if you can think of anything else!” said DC Davis as he walked out of the doorStacey started to cry, she couldn’t believe what she went through. She went to sleep and tried to ignore what had happened. The next day she was. But, after a couple months working there, my sweet Ana began coming back home almost an hour later than usual.When I asked her why she was coming back so late, Anita just giggled, saying the bar had been busier lately, because some people did not want to leave right at closing time.I decided to check out her story. The next night, I drove over to the place and pulled at the parking lot behind the pub. I noticed Ana’s car also parked near.I was parked in a very dark and I knew she would not see.