Where there would only be Mary Jenkins and her lovely little 6-year-old girl, Tommi. Mary knocked softly on the door. "Tommi? Tommi Honey? It's Mommy.... Can I come in?" Only silence answered her. She opened the door and peered in. On the big bed lay a tiny cherub. She was beautiful. So like a doll. Her long dark hair lay tangled about her head in a mass of curls and waves. Her face was the very face of an angel. Her lashes were long and dark. Her little mouth hung open slightly. She seemed to be. To the other passengers, we looked like a normal couple on our way to the Jacuzzi or a massage. If they only knew I was a lamb, being led to slaughter. We located Eve’s cabin from the directions given to us by nephew Daniel who smiled knowingly as he wrote them down for us. We knock on the door several times before she finally answered. ‘You are twelve minutes late, slave. You can expect a different punishment for every minute you kept your mistress waiting. These punishments will be delivered. “We could both be saved. You know, anything short of His Big Finale is just selling ads on the news and chat shows. Look, there are Satan’s agents now.” I pointed to a helicopter with my Bible, then had a sudden inspiration. “Care to read with me? What applies ... How about...”The offer to read got the usual response, the cop said “I’m on duty,” like I was pouring him a scotch, then gave up on the rest of his questions. I have noticed that LA’s finest detectives do that as soon as you bring. I would not only have you clean that place up, in that pretty, pink thong... I would then have you put on a pair of high heels and put make up on you... and then make you parade up and down the stairs for me. Watching you be so careful not to trip, legs shaking, and your dick poking out of the top of your pretty, pink thong. I might, after letting you parade around, let you have another beer, however, the only way you'd be allowed to drink it, would be to get down on you knees, whore, and deep.