" She looked at Ali and wailed, "I can't sell what isn't mine! What can I do?"The girl's face was very serious as she said, "There is one possible thi...ng: Would you consider becoming Mrs. Clifford's slave? You're prepared to do it for Bingham. What about her?"Swallowing hard, Jan said, "Could we make it for a term? Ten years, maybe?" Ali thought that would be all right. "But what would I do?" Cook, for one thing. Jan, that's what gave me the idea. You could cook, clean, and perform personal. I hadn't thought that out, foolishly put Jon in harm's way.I fumbled for explanation to protect Jon and claimed the one man was a sergeant, far superior to Jon, who threatened him into silence and turning a blind eye even though Jon pleaded the man to believe that I was the colonels valet which only seemed to compel the sergeant's desire even more, relaying negative opinion of the commander, I lied through my teeth.As we passed, the curtain was open revealing an empty bed where Beth had been. Chapter Three – Erika’s Recovery The following morning found the three of us walking down the hall to Erika’s room. Her parents had secured a room in the same hotel as Erika and I had been staying so we rode to the hospital together. The guards were not there and her room was empty. Panic stricken we were about to rush out when a nurse came in and told us that Erika had been taken from the room earlier to have some tests her doctor had ordered. It wasn’t fifteen minutes later when Erika was. In fact, she was quite content to have a taste of honey in one night segments because the variety touched a chord inside her greedy core.Fiona studied her naked frame in front of the full length mirror with the two dedicated plastic surgeons that had performed a miracle on a close personal friend who was at least five years her senior. The sight of the hateful shrill-voiced Marjorie traipsing around with her phony jugs and well-padded ass rubbed her the wrong way and made her jealous for the.