"Pleased to meet you," she said."Likewise, I'm sure," The Brit said."My God Sylvie, he talks fancy," Gloria said."Yeah he does," I said with a smile."...Talks like a fagot," a biker who was also standing at the bar said."Wonder how he will explain a fagot putting his greasy ass in the hospital?" The Brit said to me."I expect he want much like to admit that," I replied.The greasy biker lunged at The Brit who side stepped him and then turned him backwards and wrapped his arm around his throat. He. Her keys and other personal effects had disappeared before she arrived at the slave house. There was a short wait."Hello Daddy," Amber said quietly, when the door opened."Amber! What ... how? My God, Amber! Where have you... ?" her father gasped."May we come in, Daddy?" she asked in a whisper."My God, we had given you up for dead! The police never found a trace of you. What happened to you?" he asked, apparently not hearing her in his excitement at seeing her.It was then that her father noticed. "Oh, you are the image of your father. Will you hug me?" Then she turned to Pat and Tony. "Would you leave me alone for a little time with Cecil? I want to reconnect with him." Sure, we are done with him for today anyway. Cecil, give me the answer when you can. No hurry." Give me a couple of days." Pat waved his hand and nodded agreement as he shut the door behind him."My, you sure have grown up. Tell me about yourself and the last few years. I thought I spotted you in the parking lot a few. The next morning, Mitch woke to the sound of Tony softly snoring. Derek was already awake, and he smiled across Tony’s sleeping body, and held one finger up to his lips. Then, he pointed towards the door, indicating that they should leave the room.Mitch had no other clothes with him, so he slipped his panties back on and joined Derek in the living room. The two sat and quietly talked for a good hour, catching up with each other for real, now that they could hear themselves speak.Eventually,.