Robert responded that she is very skilled sex slave but the gift wasn't about her skill at giving pleasure. Joanna's freedom was a reward for years of... faithful and unquestioning dedication to his father. Unfortunately this couldn't be demonstrated to him unless their father sold her to him and he was probably better of trying one of the others that night. Robert then told him that Chelsea and Kelly were also very skilled sex slaves and he would get great enjoyment out of using either of their. I was sitting in this same spot a year ago, when my life changed. For better or worse? You tell me...I was sitting there looking out the window when a large U-haul truck pulled up to the house next door. "Looks like our new next door neighbors have arrived," I said to myself.The driver of the truck was a very good-looking woman in her late thirties or early forties. Out of the passenger side jumped a girl about my age. She was wearing hot pants and a shirt that she had tied in a knot to show. Aisa, let's go wash the dishes."I followed him to the kitchen. In not too many words he told me to wash whatever was in the sink using as little water as possible, and to then wait around till it dries a bit in the drying rack, and then to put it away. He opened some cabinets, showed me where a bunch of stuff was."What if I don't find the right place?" I asked.He shrugged. "Ask us, I guess. If you can look around and make a good guess, don't ask. If you really can't tell, ask us." I nodded. I. " Really?" said Dave in an unconvincing bored tone. "How?" Well for one thing he barely looks at me in the eye anymore and he's sogod damn defensive, always snapping at Mom and me!" she said."Well maybe he's got something to hide?" said Dave actually sounding alittle bit more interested."What do you mean by hiding something?" asked Rachel in a suspicioustone."Jeez I dunno Rachel!" snapped Dave. "Charlie's obviously got a secret!Everyone has secrets! Just leave him be and he'll be.