Would you like something to drink???Yes Mistress Julie.?Mistress Julie looks in the picnic basket. ?Sorry slave, there’s no water left. Oh wait, I k...now.? She comes back over to me. ?Open your mouth, slave.??Yes Mistress Julie.? I open my mouth.Mistress Julie pees on my face and chest. ?I’m going to take a little walk. When I get back, I’ll untie you.?The pee dries before Mistress Julie returns. She unties me and commands, ?Pack up.?I fold the blanket and put the beach bad and basket in the. We meet Mr Impresario who seduces us with promises of bright lights and glamour. And instead we're stolen away, bought by a man that insists on calling us by our stage names and flown half way across the world to heaven knows where. I think that needs explanation." I don't remember the bit about bright lights and glamour," I said. "I think the best I offered was some better gigs. Isn't this a better gig?" I sat down on the bed beside her.She smiled, "Well it's better than that pub in Southwark. Bartlett, I tried it before but just couldn’t acquire a taste for it.” He smiled, “Oh hell, you probably had some of that crap they sell in bars... Let me get you some good stuff.” He brought me a scotch and I admitted it did taste a lot better. He laughed and said, “After about three it is going taste damn good.” Mr. Bartlett wasn’t kidding. After about three drinks the scotch became very smooth. I wondered if Terri and Chuck would talk. I walked into the kitchen and they were chatting and I. ’ And I told her what I knew.“They took more than a million dollars,” I said. “I woke up in my front yard this morning. I had this in my pocket.” I handed her a letter.She quickly took it. Read some of it.“They took all the money out of your account! They went to south America.” she claimed, looking up at me, finding me nodding. “They say...don’t look for them....Blackmail! Johnny, what are they blackmailing you for?” I reached into my pocket, pulling out a photo, handing it to her.“If I go.