Then with two guys -- without protection.Her dad had listened in, in impotent rage and with what Daphne realized was admirable self-control. He and th...e other ancestors had pieced together enough to figure out where the place was. Kyle tipped off the police, it was raided, and Veronica was saved. Kyle had debated asking Daphne’s permission, but decided it was just too important to allow any other decision. But Veronica had no idea of the connection.Now Daphne’s son Peter was struggling. He was. Mr. Grant was witnessing one of those. I wasn't. I was working on a whole series of those moments in an earlier taping. The "money shots", so to speak, were safely in my purse and out of sight."Miss Powell," Mr. Grant said as he opened the door to the editing booth."Mr. Grant." I very carefully did not reach for the controls. I wanted him to see what I was looking at on the video display.He looked over my shoulder, watching the action for a few seconds. "You're busy, I see."I hit Pause. "I just. This is not to say that I was all study and no fun, I looked forward to the weekly game of Dungeons and Dragons. Being a nerd and more introverted than even most of those I had few friends. Okay, I had two people that I would call friends, Steve who lived a few streets over and with whom I could talk physics and D&D and Amy, my next door neighbor. Where Steve and I would spend hours debating which was worse, a band of Orcs or running into a beholder deep in some dungeon passage, Amy any I. . Sir.“ A chorus of sycophantic slave girl voices.„Wait here!“A long, but heart-throbbing, silence. I tried to collect my thoughts, my will. I wanted to be brave, yet how difficult it was. Should I resist? Should I defy them, so that they kill me... and get it over with quickly. It was frihtful to contemplate, yet it might be best. Then I thought of poor Gaymede. He had resisted and look what they had done to hin! It dawned on my sickeningly that there would be no easy way out. No easy death..