Tracey took one look at me and sat down in a guest chair. "Did you call Eve last night? Did she call you?" I shook my head in answer to both questions...."Boss, this is not a good impasse. It worries me." I'm sorry it worries you. Unfortunately, it confirms what I have feared from the beginning. It's just going to be too hard to combine our lives. I won't bother her. She has a lot of demands upon her time. Now, I have one more and it's at her behest."I'll leave a little early this afternoon and go. After hacking into the computer’s restricted files, he quickly finds the files he is looking for. Copying and closing out of the file uploads the spy software so it can monitor activity on the computer and send the details to a server in Washington. One down, three to go. Disconnecting from the computer he shuts it off and goes back to the door. He moves to the second hallway and heads toward the stairs. Staying on the edge of the stair steps, he gets up two sets of stairs. Another guard is in. She had come to virtually worship both Marcel and Melinda, especially the woman who had been a mother figure as well as trainer."How did you become a trainer," asked Emily one evening."I was a slave like you. I was about your age, a young French girl when Marcel seduced, broke and trained me. I was newly married and at first heartbroken to lose my husband, but Marcel was then, as now, irresistable. And he was, of course, younger then too. I was his first slave. A few of his closest friends. Mom however thought differently, and as she measured me up, she kept writing on a small pad, clucking her tongue and smiling. When she was done she told me I could get dressed, but to stay home, she had a few errands to run. I could hardly wait. Mom returned about two hours later, several bags in her hands, smiling as she told me to follow her. I watched as she put the bags on the bed and began to take out the clothes she had bought, one after another, the pile of lace trimmed stuff growing..