I used to have a wealthy husband and a muscular lover and I lived in a nice house. Not anymore. My identity wasn't hacked. I disappeared. Who would lo...k for me here, in a place where you dream of eating your own shit? I'll never be found. I've been erased. I will be legally declared dead and my husband will retire on my insurance money. He and my replacement will live in comfort and luxury. I won't. He saw to that. I don't want to die. I'll become an animal if they want. I'll grant that wish. I finished my internship six weeks ago. Three days ago Ireceived orders to report here to Mare Island. I was whisked away to myquarters by the Shore Patrol. They allowed me to grab a few things,then escorted me to the base airfield and hurried me onto a C-47 cargoplane. Lt. Sheldon was already on-board. Alex...sorry...Captain, sir,what's going on?"Both officers were now looking for answers from me - answers I wasforbidden to share with them just yet. "I'm sorry, I'm not at libertyto say. I'm. But his hand closed over thin air, and she didn't see the reconciliatory gesture as she headed for the bedroom. He picked up the wine glasses, taking them to the kitchen to rinse them out and give him time to think. As he turned off the water, he intended to go to her when he heard the door slam, and by the time he got to the door, he heard the car's engine rounding the corner.As she pulled into the hotel parking lot, tired and feeling defeated, yet still hurt and harshly angry, she regretted. It was built on many levels, with the revolving colored lights revealing nooks and crannies and corners. Occasionally a door would open in some far wall, and Darcie caught a glimpse of more stages, more dancers, throngs of clients--mostly men but with a few women--moving easily between the rooms.And then she noticed that each dancer wore a collar embossed with a name. No DJ's voice boomed over the club, yet the dancers ebbed and flowed onto the stages in perfect order. Darcie noticed other.
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