”“Yes Sir, I will do anything.”“That’s the spirit. Now bend over the front of my cruiser and spread your legs.”Shocked, Jackie did as inst...ructed.“Bill, you ever seen a finer ass in your life?”“Maybe that black whore Nichole. She has a fine ass.”“Yea, but she’s black and they all have big asses. This is a white whore with a big ole ass. We may have to arrest this slut every day.”Jackie heard the sound of clothes being unbuttoned and unzipped, things hitting the ground, then felt a finger slide. .' *** Having heard the original Karen Miller's confession the day before, the newKaren Miller knew that the old Karen Miller had a police record for soliciting,and had ended up doing at least one six month stint in the city jail forfailure to appear. And, a police record meant that the authorities had a setof her fingerprints. And, those finger prints could cause her no end ofproblems should the police begin a criminal investigation into the strangedisappearance of one Father Daniel Patrick. Getting hit with one hurts a lot less than being whacked with a cane, or tawse for instance.”“So it’s like some gladiator thing? Where you doms all sit around, get drunk, and pound tables, while I sweat my ass off getting beat-up by some freaking Amazon with a sword?”“Oh, so you’ve done it before.”“So funny. So very funny.” She looked off into the distance for a moment, thoughtfully. “You’re serious, right.”“Yep. There’s rules and all. You won’t get hurt. Not for real. It’s just another type of. Put ourselves into his service, and no matter how gentle or urbane Soru seemed to be, servitude to him would be galling to both of us. "What other choice do we have?" she questioned softly, and that pulled out my own, still reluctant agreement. "Time is short, Hunters," Soru pointed out, "and others are now coming from their own business here. Others that will sway these to act against their present fear. You must choose, and choose now." With a defeated sigh, I did the.