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another, I’ll soon know what she’s really capable of!
    When he was sure he had washed her thoroughly, he used the air jets to dry her off—then stepped to her side and ran his hand over her now-familiar flesh, smiling as he felt her recoil at his touch. “I thought you promised to beg for my touch.” He watched her mouth move as she tried to think of something to say, then stepped around behind her, running his hands across her belly and breasts as he did so. “You were going to spread your legs and beg—remember?”
    He saw her lick her lips as she prepared to say something—anything.
    “I told you then that I thought you were lying.” He smiled, grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them apart. “I see that you were—pity.”
    “Ma…master…” He could barely hear her as she forced the words out of her mouth. “Master, would you please fuck me…”
    Mike smiled—and unbuckled his pants. “Do you really, honestly, want me to fuck you?”
    He watched her mouth and jaw work as he stepped out of his pants and underwear. “Do you?”
    “Yes…” She licked her lips. “Yes master, I do.” She licked her lips again and spoke quietly. “Please master—please fuck me.”
    “Good.” Mike spread her ass cheeks again—and thrust himself inside. “Then I will!”
    This time, Megan did cry out: “Not there! You can’t do it there!”
    But Mike could—and Mike did.
     

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE – TWO DAYS TO CAPTURE
    Agent Kelly was still fuming by the time Fanelli dropped her at the hotel. The new room a carefully obsequious manager led her to didn’t make her feel any better—even when he showed her the huge new bed with a soft, un-used feather-top mattress that he had reserved just for her.
    She dismissed him without a word and, as soon as the door closed behind him, pulled out her notes, ready to start a last-ditch search for anything she might have missed.
    The Hollywood Reporter ad was a bust—as was the hall rental. What was left? What could she use to track down the men who had made that terrible film?
    She stuck her copy of the DVD into her laptop and ran through it again. The school bus they had used was no help. At no point could you see the license plates—and the general layout and design of the vehicle was identical to tens of thousands of similar buses scattered throughout the state.
    She scanned through the capture sequence, bit her lip as she forced herself to watch the first series of whippings— horrible —than went to slow motion and carefully scanned the scene as the ‘action’ moved outside. That farmhouse is too new to be registered in any historic database —she had looked into that early on— and there’re no landmarks anywhere in sight. Nothing but those mountains in the distance…
    Those mountains…
    Analysis by the FBI lab had indicated that the mountains were the Santa Anna’s—they couldn’t tell her where in the mountains the house was located. But maybe they didn’t look at it in the right way… She studied the screen as the film moved on, noted the sun’s position over those same mountains. If we used the shadows to figure out compass points, then matched the silhouette of the mountains with those points…
    She picked up the laptop and headed for the door. I think this might work!
    Kelly tried to call Fanelli—with no luck--his cell phone went right to message, telling her he had switched it off. She then called the LA office, hoping they’d know where to reach him—but the night officer told her that her temporary partner had logged out for the day without leaving a number where he could be reached—had she tried his cell phone?
    Agent Kelly told the man she had—then had to content herself with leaving a message. Finished, she sat back on the very soft bed and wondered if she should try to get some sleep and follow the idea up in the morning.
    No! She shook her head at the thought. I don’t have that much time to waste! She called the front desk, curtly