Anyone who took advantage of this couple through coercion would have to be a truly professional con artist; that much was certain. Andrew could see no... benefit in trying to hide anything about his past from them, and it was clear to him that they would tolerate no discrepencies.Following the meal they had remained in the kitchen talking about the accomplishments of the day and the issues going on around them.It had been nearly a week since Andrew had heard any news besides small tidbits and a. We were quite similar really, only I had blue eyes and very long hair.Anyway, there were a lot of different games we made up, but we had our favourites that we played regularly. This particular afternoon we decided to play ‘slaves’. In this game we would take it in turns to be the ‘slave’, and do whatever the other person wanted. This time it was Charlottes turn to be the slave, which meant that I was the master! I liked it best that way. The game started off simply, I’d ask her to tidy my. They then took the girl to the relatively out of the way cabin that they had rented while working the French job. Desmond parked in front of the cabin. Otis took one of their old work shirts and covered her head so she wouldn’t see where they were. They then forced the French girl out of the van and dragged her into the cabin. The whole time, she was jabbering something in French.Desmond held Claudette as Otis ripped open her shirt. She was struggling, trying to get loose. Otis got ahold of her. "It was a bloke that I met in a bar in town." "What was his name?" "I honestly don't think I asked him!" "Which bar?" "Same place that I met you, actually." "Good hunting ground eh?" "Very good!" "It wasn't the same night that you met me was it?" I asked, slightly alarmed. She laughed again, "No, not the same night. It was the week before I met you." "Did he walk you home?" "No." "Why not?" Sharron closed her eyes and shook her head. "Because we got a taxi back to his place," she answered. Now.