If something were to happen to you there, I don't know what I would do. You don't know how relieved I was to hear your voice the other day and know th...at you were safe. I want you to stay here. I need you." I don't want a lot of gossip that will hurt you or your ability to govern" replied Steve."I can handle that," replied the President.She ordered her breakfast and turned to her children. "After breakfast, I have to get changed for the funeral. The Secret Service wants me to wear a bulletproof. ‘Hello? This is the Palm Tree Inn and Suites. My name is Barbara, how may I help you?’ slid from her mouth like a waterfall over a cliff, smooth and supple. She nodded along to the two minutes of soft jazz that followed, staring intently at that last drawer. It was her boss’s drawer, the one she had been ordered never to open. *Why?* she wondered. Why shouldn’t she open it? She had the key, after all. She didn’t feel cross at the soft, warm voice that said good-bye to her from the handset.. His moving in with you is no more moral and much less masculine.”“He hardly moved in with me.”“You fed him and slept with him. What more does he want.”“I’m not going to comment on the second.” Mom had said that it wasn’t detectable, and that had been Mom’s first worry. She certainly wasn’t about to deny it, but their sex life was no more of Mom’s business than it was Pete’s. “As for feeding him, toasted cheese sandwiches don’t compare to all the meals he’s bought me.” Even that many toasted. Beside the table was a small table with various sized instruments. Bella shivered. She had no idea what they were nor had she ever seen anything like them before. She was terrified. She wanted to run. How much humiliation could these savages put these women through? Bella looked around the room nervously. The men were sitting, laughing, and talking. She noticed that most of the Masters were well-built, large men with long hair. This man that called himself her Master wore no shirt so the large.