The first card was a blue one; it took three tries to get a yellow one.Jim made Leslie stand there and read the names on the cards. "The Delta's card ...is blank, the Sigs name is Janey Lewis."Leslie tried to walk away, but Jim called her back. "Draw a name from this box," Jim said as he held the smaller of the yellow boxes about Leslie's head, "and read the lucky winner's name." Natalie Allen." No!" I didn't know where Nat was, but I could hear her voice.Jim called Natalie to the ring. He had to. "We looked over your qualifications, Mrs. O'Connell, and feel they fall a little short."Her dark eyes flashed. "In what way?" Strangely, under attack, she lost her nervousness.That surprised them. She followed up by leaning forward, and saying in a hard voice, "Who are you thinking of instead of me, and what are his qualifications?" ER, Mr. Harold Johnson." The idiot I met on the boat returning to Cairo? I can't believe it. The man can barely read English! He certainly cannot read. See, she was out on the town with a mutual friend who has always been very promiscuous. They went to happy hour and then were headed out for some more drinkng and dancing. I knew that our friend was on the prowl, looking for someone to take home and fuck all night.After they left, my wife approached me and told me our friend had encouraged my sister in law to party with some guys they met at the bar. My sister in law is in a relationship that is having some problems so in my mind I thought why. She looked back down at her slave. She smiled and felt a warm glow at the power she had. A slave to abuse, a sexy little maid and a willing handyman, were just the immediate 3. There were a number of other people – both men and women she could call on at a moments notice to fulfil her desires. She thought of the beautiful two weeks she had spent at her villa in Spain. Sun, sea and plenty of sex. She had taken her maid with her for immediate pleasure. But there were plenty if young virile men.