“I guess you couldn't get it open because when I bolted out the door the entire register was gone” she guffawed. “I tried, I really tried. The p...essure, I couldn't take it. Just grabbed the whole thing and bolted.” “Pull over into that grocery store parking lot and I will try and open it.” I parked and we both made our way to the back where I half-hazardly tossed the register. I handed over the lock pick set from my pocket to her. Ellie easily got both parts inside the lock an deftly maneuvered. Old man Callan is sending me to Chicago. I leave Friday and I'll be there until Wednesday of next week! How about that?" He smiled."That's wonderful, Fred. Am I going, also?" she looked across the table hopefully at him. Perhaps this would give her a few days away from this place and a chance to collect her scattered thoughts."No. As a junior executive, Marily, I'm very lucky to be getting the chance, the opportunity, to represent the company on such a big deal. I couldn't very well ask that. She had her hand over her red cheek and her big eyes swam with tears. Makaela could never be dominant. She was a girl who planned to cook and clean for her husband. She was just a delicate girl. “Get that bikini off.” I watched Makaela try to angrily retort, but she had nothing. “Do not make me tell you again,” I warned. She finally found some courage, and screamed, “you have NO right to make me bare my bottom and you have no right to spank me you poor bitch!” I saw she regretted the words as. She then told her name was “Nusrath Naghma”. I gave her the greetings of salaam and asked her why are you working here. She told that her husband is working in Dubai and have to look after her 2 children and he send money rarely once in 3 or 4 months as he is in a small job. How much did she earn for this month she told only 5 massages for this month. I asked her how much do you get for one message she told only Rs. 250. I really got petty on her and told I will pay you for your good.