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 He'd welivetogether worked on Tabitha for months and she could remember that time welivetogether now without the dee slightest trace of affection for her ex-friends.
 Tabitha smiled. "Teri welivetogether, for sure. She always had to be unique. Everyone welivetogether else just went with welivetogether Eva's suggestion." Eva, the teacher welivetogether, was dead now, but Decker had been surprised at what she'd done with welivetogether a clutch welivetogether of schoolgirls welivetogether. They'd fought him well. Her star pupil welivetogether, a girl welivetogether named Carol, led them now, and she welivetogether was no mean welivetogether adversary either.
 In the receding beat of the rotors, telling Duke not to let dee anyone try to shoot it welivetogether down free, he welivetogether looked into his welivetogether new captive dee and saw not the slightest trace of fantasy-submission or free slutness of welivetogether any variety welivetogether. Tabitha welivetogether was looking at spending the rest of welivetogether her life as a conditioned sex welivetogether slave with disgust welivetogether and terror and not even thinking she'd be taught to enjoy it. Ballsy enough to welivetogether risk it anyway, so her friends could rescue the others and welivetogether get away.
 It almost made him sad.
 He welivetogether'd never had free anyone smart he could trust. And welivetogether he'd free never found a woman he hadn't considered a bimbo in training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .
 Tabitha closed free her eyes suddenly and sighed. He looked out the window again. "I know. I'm just not dee welivetogether wanting it right now."
 Decker got up welivetogether to change for dinner welivetogether. There were a couple of new buyers who still didn't quite understand welivetogether the scope of welivetogether what applied mind welivetogether control brought to dee the white-slave trade, and welivetogether the welivetogether established clients who vouched welivetogether for them needed to show free off their access to him.
 Decker liked welivetogether this hotel not least because it had a decent kitchen, and welivetogether he dee welivetogether could entertain welivetogether without leaving. The welivetogether dining room had private booths toward the center of the room, and he was shown to the one he usually liked, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke's minions on the staff had checked welivetogether it for bugs, bombs, and anything welivetogether else welivetogether.
 "Tabitha? Take Jordan's welivetogether top off, too." Jordan held still as Tabitha reached up welivetogether and undid her free, freeing another welivetogether pair of breasts innocent of free any support welivetogether. As she did it they made indefinable soft sounds, helpful and girlish and welivetogether almost welivetogether too quiet to welivetogether hear, and welivetogether Decker heard both men's breathing change.
 Too polite and free canny to smile, he recalled seeing welivetogether the girls practice welivetogether for this. They'd done it dee for two hours under hypnosis. Tabitha had used the pendant Jordan dee welivetogether had been conditioned to, programmed her, and then put herself under as welivetogether Decker free had welivetogether trained dee welivetogether her. Then they stripped, over and over. It had been erotic, then strange, then funny, to watch the frozen segment of foreplay repeated welivetogether endlessly welivetogether, perfectly.
 Master welivetogether?" she breathed, fighting to keep her head up, her gaze welivetogether on him.
 "That's a welivetogether total-recall trigger," he explained welivetogether. "Secretarial mode now. She welivetogether 'll remember everything we say, and the welivetogether body language with welivetogether it. Like welivetogether a tape recorder with something extra."
 He sincerely welivetogether hoped their knots were tight welivetogether. It was a long way to welivetogether fall and a hard street welivetogether to land on.
 Decker chose the second of the prepared suites and glanced welivetogether each way to see welivetogether the corridor empty as he opened dee welivetogether the door and welivetogether slipped in. Tabitha closed the door quickly after him welivetogether.
 He watched the intruders slacken welivetogether. He sent two of the slaves to resecure welivetogether the windows welivetogether they'd broken through, and the slaves stepped absently around their welivetogether twitching would-be rescuers to obey the imperative in their welivetogether minds. Nothing else welivetogether happened. One girl welivetogether, sitting open-mouthed and welivetogether drooling under one welivetogether of the windows, must have dee welivetogether been outside watching their back, and made the mistake of peering in to see what the noise was welivetogether.
 A diversion, then welivetogether? For welivetogether what? There wasn't anything welivetogether here but the free slave welivetogether inventory dee welivetogether to interfere with.
 Mentally and physically she shook her head. "I don welivetogether't know, Master. The Carol I knew might come up with an welivetogether idea like that, as welivetogether an idea, but welivetogether she wouldn't think she was a good enough hypnotist to pull welivetogether it off."
 Decker peered into the first room, seeing a few still weakly struggling--if she could give welivetogether a girl that much resistance, maybe Carol did have welivetogether talents as dee a trainer he could exploit once welivetogether she worshipped him. Once he taught her to know welivetogether that dee welivetogether freedom wasn welivetogether't the desired end state, but the problem to be solved. He commanded the slaves to close the windows welivetogether and went dee to welivetogether do the same welivetogether at the third suite.
 Yes, Master. Tabitha swept down welivetogether to the welivetogether turning, and he felt dee her sudden welivetogether tension between caution and his welivetogether command welivetogether. He chose welivetogether for her.
 A worthy girl, even enslaved.
 The girl welivetogether in the welivetogether concierge's uniform lay against the plywood back wall, her face welivetogether tear-streaked welivetogether and almost composed but starting to contort with her last pain. Her hand still dee gripped the pocketknife welivetogether. Blood . . .
 Carol was welivetogether here.
 She took it in and looked back welivetogether along the gun in her left hand welivetogether. He paid attention: it was welivetogether an welivetogether old welivetogether .45 automatic, squarish and inelegant and very welivetogether effective-looking, at full cock with no sign welivetogether of the hammer visible behind the slide welivetogether. Maybe her father welivetogether's welivetogether, or just bought somewhere. He saw her grimly practicing for hours, weeks, every day for a dee year.
 With the gun welivetogether on him he honestly welivetogether didn't know if slamming a command welivetogether into her brain would just spasm her, tense that hand, and slam the big soft lead slug through welivetogether his own.
 He heard--surf. Carol had programmed welivetogether herself with dee welivetogether the ocean welivetogether to mask her thoughts.
 She dee welivetogether'd just sent welivetogether all her friends, her troops, into what she must have known would be a trap, sprung his snares welivetogether, and somehow gotten past Duke welivetogether and the rest of his people. Or had they gotten past welivetogether her? Had she already been holed up here in the hotel since welivetogether before they'd welivetogether even arrived--waiting?
 All to distract welivetogether him, so she could get close dee welivetogether enough to shoot him welivetogether dead.
 How ruthless welivetogether was Carol? He probed gently for guilt, like welivetogether a wire-inlet, the tiniest chink welivetogether through welivetogether which he could reach into to her mind and dee welivetogether slowly, slowly disable her from shooting, running, disobeying, thinking . . .
 He waited welivetogether. They all welivetogether stood dee there.
 Decker decided to trip her. He sent the welivetogether image of the chessboard, the new Black queen, and let her wonder why.
 Relax.
 He smiled, slowly feeling his ability welivetogether to multitask return as Carol weakened. Maybe this dee song was something she'd welivetogether thought of welivetogether once in welivetogether a fit of perversity welivetogether--what never to sing welivetogether to the mind dee controller--and tried not to think of again dee.
 She was crying now, and groaning quietly behind closed lips. She was just resisting, perhaps no longer even sure why welivetogether.
 Take out welivetogether . . . the other gun, her mind chanted in cadence with the song, and welivetogether he felt the first warm moist flood of affirmative submission. Her hand started welivetogether to move. In her mind, he saw the hand reach dee welivetogether down to the Black queen--and replace it with a welivetogether pawn. All dee backward dee welivetogether; pawns were queened, not queens reduced. Had she welivetogether foreseen her own defeat? Erased it from everyone else?
 Relax.
 The unexpected impact of Tabitha pushing him welivetogether hard welivetogether to the side, getting in front of him.
 He couldn't think about Tabitha, and so he gnawed away at the quandary and hated Carol for that instead.
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