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The girl looked shocked and disgusted and fearful and I stared right through her. Right through her clothes. (Which wouldn't be on her that much longer.) I continued, 'You don't have to say right now. Give it some thought and I'll be back to get an answer from you later. Think about it lots. In fact, don't think about anything else.'

The girl still looked fearful but a little relieved as I brushed by her breastlet and unhanded her and stepped away to get back to her Mom.

'What did you say? What did you say to her? I want to know, what you said.' Mom demanded.

'That's our secret. It's between us and is none of your business. Isn't that right Stephie?' (I knew the girl's name was Stephanie and she was called Stephie for short.)

Mom looked shocked. 'How do you know her name? How do you know my daughter's name?'

'Jo-Anne, that surprises you?' I replied. I now had called her by her first name for the first time also. A fear, a realization came over her face. I could see it and knew pretty well what she was thinking.

She spoke slowly, feeling her way for the right words. 'You know our names. Both our names. Mine and my daughter's. Then this isn't an accident. It isn't random. It's something you planned. It's something you knew in advance you were going to do and did it. Isn't it? Tell me, isn't it?' There was genuine fear just under her measured speech. And understanding and unfolding dread.

'That's generally what planning is. Something you knew in advance you were up for or up to, so yeah, you're quite right there.'

'Then you know I'm a Doctor. I help people. You know this too?' She asked but by now was grasping I knew lots about them.

'Yeah, the best looking Doctor I've ever seen. You must have had a great time in Med school being taken seriously. They must have thought you were a dumb beauty queen who got lost and was in the wrong building.'



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'It wasn't easy being pretty and smart. People made assumptions all the time. I think you're making assumptions too but you'd be wrong. You'd be.'

She sensed she shouldn't challenge or correct me too much but then couldn't help herself. It was her know-it-all, good looking bitch outlook taking over again. She was entitled. Or so she thought. (She was entitle to my prick in her ass and in her kid's mouth, or so I thought and knew.)

'How long?' She wanted to know. 'How long did you plan?'

'What does that matter?' I replied.

'I want to know and what are you planing, what are you up to?'

'Oh, I don't know. Six months or a year, maybe longer.'

'A year. A year to do what? Tell me. Tell me what you're up to. Or is it money? We have quite a lot. I can probably get you quite a bit.'

'How much is a lot?' I replied.

She pondered, then answered, 'Half a million. I know we, I could come up with half a million.'

'You're a doctor and your husband's a big-shot lawyer and half a mill is the best you can do? Come on, give me a break.' (I'd seen him on TV about some over seas fact finding mission and he was gone for three weeks which let me break into their house to grab them. I made the timing perfect, like seized the opportunity and them.)

She paused again. 'OK, maybe a million or a million and a half. Yes, I could get one and a half million. Would that do it?'

'Why didn't you say that right away? What, you trying to pay a bargain basement ransom?'

'Then that's it. You want us for money. If I get you the money, you'll let us go?' She paused and then added hopefully, 'Unharmed?'

I stalled and looked at her cold and mean and said, 'I don't know about unharmed.'

'What? Stop it. Stop it. There'll be no payment if any harm comes to either of us. You understand?'



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'Well, you may be right, but you might not be. I mean, if you hadn't tried to snow me for the cheap payoff, lied to me, I could agree to that, but you misrepresented your situation. What you could pay. You lied to me and you know what?'

She looked at me defiant and shook her head and looked like she knew she was about to hear something awful, that something bad was coming. I continued, 'I hate mouthy bitches who lie to me. I despise them and feel they should be punished and depending upon the lie, the magnitude of the deception, sometimes they should be severely punished, like even tortured.'

'Please. I didn't. I don't.' She stammered.

'I think you're a mouthy bitch. I know you're a mouthy bitch and you're teaching the little cunt to be one too.'

'No. No I'm not and I'm not and don't call her that.'

'Little cunt. Littte cunt. My little cunt and don't you think a million dollar lie is considerable and calls for extra punishment, even abuse, maybe sexual abuse?'

'Stop it. Oh God. No. God, please, not that. I wasn't thinking. I was scared and only wanted to.'

'To cheat me out of a million bucks. That wasn't nice, was it? Not very generous or considerate at all.' I pretended to whine.

'Please, I said I was sorry.' She said.

'When?' I asked.

'When? What?' She was confused again.

'When did you say you were sorry? I didn't hear it?'

'I meant to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You've got me all confused. Please accept that I'm sorry.' She groveled and it didn't become her. Sure, I wanted her crawling to me on her hand and knees, naked and bleeding, but not this soon. Her groveling didn't do her justice at this point, not at all and I'd do her extra hard for it later.

'Settle down. Now I believe you and I'll tell you what. I'll forgive you. A million and a half will do it. It's a fair chunk of change.'

'Oh thank you. Thank you. And I'm sorry I misled you. When can we go? How soon can we go?'

'We?' I queried.

'Yes, when can we go. When can we make the arrangements for us to pay and to go?'



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