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3 The Van rough and ready

Just then, Rebecca and Sarah came back downstairs. Sarah was freshly showered, with her hair still damp, but it was short, so it would dry quickly. She was dressed in nice jeans and a button down blouse with long sleeves. “You look perfect, Sarah.” Brian said. “Just like you're ready for school.” Sarah got a look on her face, maybe a little guilty. 'I haven't been to school all year, sir. Not since the third week.” “Did Brad make you quit?” he asked. “Do you want to go back? Maybe to a different school?” “I really could?” she whispered, then looked at him in fear, because she'd asked a question, and that's what had gotten her into this whole mess to start with. “You really could.” he said, ignoring the flash he got at her impertinence. “What I want for you is a normal life.” “I don't know what a normal life is anymore.” she said, not even weepy about it. “I know for a fact that I can never go back to boring vanilla sex, no matter what you tell me.” she laughed. “It's the one good thing that ever came out of meeting Master Brad.” “How about college? Is there anything you want to do that would need college?” he asked. He gestured at the bag of money. “That's not enough, but I have the van, and there's girls in two houses earning punishments. I'm letting you go free and you can be whatever you want. Your sister, too, once we go get her. All the others. “I think you misunderstand, sir.” she said, extremely carefully. “The girls in the houses aren't being punished.” She licked ...

... her lips. “It's us that get kicked out of the houses that are being punished, sir. I had to earn $50000 before I could go back. I only got 37 something before you came and got me. I wouldn't mind going back to our house, but... I certainly don't want to go back to school, sir.” “So the best thing I could do for you is to drive you home and allow you to visit with your sister? Are you sure there's nothing else? Within the limits, of course.” he said, getting a better picture of the two houses in question. There were armed men nearby, protecting interests in a huge cash cow that belonged to a man who was no longer around to control it. He was only sixfteen year old kid, with no experience giving orders to grown men. Brad was in his late seventies, but still hard as a rock. Brad could feel the rage lurking just under the surface, waiting to make him stronger. If he would let it. He was going to need to let some anger out if he ever wanted to be able to near the neighborhood where the two houses were. He was going to have to hurt one of these girls, and he dreaded in his heart what it was going to do to him. Let alone what it would do to her. The more he hurt her, the stronger he would get, too. He knew that Brad had left the operation running under it's own steam, and it would continue to operate for some time to come, but without the profits being collected, the inmates would very soon be running the asylum. In order to be strong enough to even show his face driving that van, he ...