"I figure we'll do the chat on the way, and then you can audition for me tonight at dinner."I followed the instructions and climbed into the cab. I'm ...not sure what I expect to find, but there was a blond man with a number of old scars, holding onto the steering wheel as I buckled in."Nice to meet you Jason, I'm Robert," he said as the truck started to pull away from the curb. "Sorry to make this a bit abrupt, but I've only got my sister watching the place, and can't stay away too long."I. " Well, come sit by me." She scooted up so her back was resting on the pillows and patted the bed beside her. She yawned and stretched."Where was I? Remember when you were a kid, a little kid maybe five or six and you went to the playground to ride the swings? You'd kick your legs and go higher, and kick and higher. Remember? Then, you'd get way high, kicking your legs to the sky. Right at the top, your head would be so far back you were looking at the ground. Then, movement would cease for an. Malcolm, the pimp from the large city several hundred miles away, had arrived, paid the gang handsomely for the young girl, loaded her into the back of his van along with the others that he had collected and departed. Suzy would spend the rest of her pathetic life peddling her body for the pimp's organization. Blade and Sticks had tried to pick up several girls this evening. Even the offer of free drugs had not enticed any quail to accompany them out to the parking lot. After abducting. So three times a week we sat with our heads close together at the kitchen table while I learned statistics. If I hadn’t been so petrified of failure those sessions would have been delightful. Chloe is a blue-eyed, longhaired blonde with legs that seem endless. Barefoot, she is six inches taller than I am. When she is wearing her heels my head is at her shoulder. Until I had failed, Chloe had been the woman most frequently in my dreams. Now there was no woman in my dreams, only nightmares of.