"Damnit," Billie thought, "there's no one on the street to help me or even be a witness!" Still he kept stumbling forward in his high heels. Then he s...aw someone... a stranger... but still someone who might help. "Help me! That van is following me!" he shouted as he approached the stranger, but at that moment the van sped up. It reached Billie just as he reached the stranger. The stranger grabbed him placing his hand over Billie's mouth. Having such little body mass, Billie was powerless to. Inside was a bed. “This is where my slaves sleep overnight” , he told me.He opened the door to the cage and secured it open with a padlock which attached it to a side wall.“Tiffany , go inside and “test” the strength of the steel bars and where each wall of the cage meets. I want you to do your best to find if there is a flaw , a weak point or any way of getting out. I have deliberately locked the door open, as I want you to feel safe”With the cage door open , I was happy to venture inside and. "Lord Grant, when is the last time that you walked the streets of your town?" Megan's tone allowed him no possibility of ducking the question a second time."Lady Megan, why would I want to subject myself to the attentions of the commoners? They are filthy and ignorant." The idiot sounded sincere."The well-being of this town is your responsibility, if production is lacking then you will be held accountable." That was an obvious threat if I ever heard of one."The men don't want to work. I told. Needless to say I wasn’t involved in the decision whatsoever; despite the fact that Jenny had no idea how long she would be in France, and it was me that was going to have to cope with looking after two teenage girls on my own!The next two days were a whirlwind of organised chaos. My wife left for France the very next evening and for four hours only the house had just two occupants, before Tamsin and I collected her step-sister from the airport and the quota was back up to three. I got very.