Of course it had been Dorothy's idea to go off on a jaunt to the continent to celebrate the end of their twenties. 'We have to mark it', Dorothy had p...otested, 'it's a milestone. It'll be the BIG 4-O next!'The choice of Hamburg had been Dorothy's as well - and the walk down the Reiperbann that Sunday afternoon: 'It'd be better at night, though, ' she had pleaded - but even Marjorie was not persuaded that that was a good idea!'Three women on their own? We'd be likely to finish up in white. Just remember, what your dad doesn’t know..." Her words trailed off as she served us each three blueberry pancakes.I noted that the mood had turned bluer than the blueberries. I racked my brain to think of something to say to lighten the mood. All I could come up with was, "You know, the only blue thing we eat is blueberries." I think you are right about that, John," Mary said. The silence again descended over us. I thought sure I was witnessing the Logan family's blues. I finished off my. "You will no longer be the slaves of Ramon Prize and Tony Romano. You obey and only belong to me from this time forward. Do you understand?" Yes Master," the seven responded. "We now only belong to you. We will only obey you." When I count five you will all awaken. One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five," he counted and snapped his fingers. The seven women looked at him with adoration in their eyes and he smiled as he thought of the coming battle. Lydia reentered the room and resumed her. My body shook. Hiccuping sobs rippled through my body. I didn't know what they wanted. Why they had kidnapped me and...Kidnapped me...Were they terrorists?I sobbed to Allah to protect me as the van drove and drove. When it stopped. My stomach clenched. What were they going to do to me? I trembled as the men lifted me by the armpits and dragged me out of the van. The toes of my shoes scraped across gravel then hit the threshold of a house. I was carried inside, feeling carpet beneath my shoes.A.