”“So, what do we do now?”“My first inclination would be to be able to find that bracelet. It would seem to be the way he controls the explosio...n.”“Well then I’m going to guess that he keeps it at home since that is where the picture is located. It sits on his old roll-top desk.”“Mrs. O’Dell/ I’d need a search warrant to go into your house and look around, but you don’t and if you find something suspicious you could then report it to me. and I could investigate.”“OK. When I get home, I’ll look. It seemed so demeaning. She had heard of pony play but this was the first time she had heard of it being taken to this extreme. The women he described ended up living permanently as a pony, living in a stall, defecating outside, and pulling sulkies for all their days.“So you break their spirits and remake them into these ponies?”“You haven’t been listening to me, have you? I never break their spirit. I train show and racing ponies, not ponies to pull manure carts. If you cannot listen with an. I went to the back of his office which is on the ground floor. Realized they weren’t there. I went searching the entire floor only to be found in the main bedroom. Apparently, my father was shouting on the maid for the robbery of some money. She tried to give her reason but dad threatened her of police and jail.In fear, she said “Saheb, humein maaf kardo, jail nahi. Iske badle kuch bhi karenge.” (Sorry sir, please forgive me, don’t send me to jail, in return I will do anything.) My father said. Hubby got back to the room & told me what had happened. We resolved to go back to the hot tubs that night. That night it was windy and a tad chilly when we ventured up to the pool deck. We checked out all four and opted for the one with just a young black woman in it. We put our towels and sandals off to the side and made our way into the hot tub. She turned around and said “hi” as we entered and then turned back around to throw her arms back over the side, rested her head on her shoulder and.