If we can't ... we abort." Don looked up at her and nodded."You're to abort at any setback that might risk everyone. We are NOT suiciding over this." ...on's gaze went from person to person, and all three nodded. "Continue." We THINK we know where the slaves are kept, but we're not sure, naturally. Our job will be to find them, see how many we're dealing with and their condition, then set a beacon in that building and wait. That'll be the signal for phase two." She hit some keys and the view. Both were about my age — 17 or so."Yes, thank you." I answered. It was late and no part of town was a good one to be alone with strangers."You need a hand?" The other one offered."Yeah, which junkyard you hauling this piece of crap to?" The American laughed.His friend hit him. "Joey! Where are you going? We'll help out." Thank you but it's not necessary," I deflected. "I have several miles further." Oh. Well, we're not far from here. Maybe you can fix it. Do you know what's wrong?" No gas." I. "Mmm, yeahh, I like that sexy body of yours..Keep going.." She said seductively. I finished stripping. I stood naked in front of Mrs. Beach. Wow. "Go and stand in front of my desk, place your hands on the desk, palms down" She ordered.I did as I was told like a good boy, and stood by the desk. I stood there for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next, when I felt a very big pain on my arse."What the fuck!" I yelled as Mrs. Beach hit my arse with her meter stick, used for measuring. We called it a day and retired to our rooms. Marcy, Vicky and I went into an in depth private discussion about what we had seen today. I was concerned about the cost of everything we had seen that needed doing.“BJ, you are missing the obvious. You are thinking of construction costs at home - sixty dollars an hour and higher. Remember the minimum wage here is only one fifty eight. Materials are going to be priced accordingly. The costs are going to be one quarter of what we are used to,” Marcy.