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Once we were securely locked up he just stood and stared at us for a minute. I wished I was wearing coveralls and I am sure the other girls felt the same way. Then Trish said, "For Chrissakes. Go get the judge. We are in a hurry." He just smiled evilly and said, "There aint no judge. I am judge, jury and executioner. The only people in town are my sister, brother and me since the fucking factory closed to move down to Mexico for the cheap spick labor. We wouldn’t be here either if I had not come up with this scheme."
Trish said, "You mean you can make a living off of traffic tickets?" "Hell no. There is more to it than that. You girls are worth money!" Trish said, "Oh shit girls! We have been kidnapped. How much ransom are you going to want? Our folks have most of their money tied up in investments." He just grinned again and said, "Do you think I am that stupid? How could we collect ransom? FBI would be crawling all over any place we had your folks put it. No, once you are trained you are worth a mint in the slave market. Also my brother will pick up your car and we will make a phony bill of sale to sell it at a good price in the carribbean where it can’t be traced."