I left the girls again, this time to let all of the chemicals we had pumped into them to clear out of their systems. It would take at least twelve hours. I left the garage with a series of loud noises and flashing lights programmed, which were designed to ensure that there was no chance for real rest. Ginger and I got some food, a shower, and some sleep. The rest of the time I spent going over my notes, planning the next few hours. This was my favorite part, and while I intended to enjoy myself, there were objectives to be met. I waited a full twenty-four hours before I went to see our frazzled captives. Sure enough, they were now sufficiently drug-free to proceed.

I entered the garage to the sound of a fire truck’s siren played at an insanely high level. All three girls were crying. I had them back in the clothes that they wore the night I picked them up. The clothes had been washed so that I didn’t have to smell the stale piss, but I had put the memory of the event back...

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