Carl Nader felt good about himself. He walked in his six-foot frame to the van. He performed his duty well, especially since this was only his second slave mongering episode. It takes a distinct temperament and personal courage to grab young females to beat them, and abduct them. He cannot be distracted by their emotional displays. Not everyone can adapt to this kind of work. Only once did the action get out of hand, but he was there to rectify it quickly. Fad Arian, the clumsy son of a b***h, tripped over a root, and he nearly compromised the whole operation. Fortunately, I was there to save the day, thought Carl. Yes. Carl found his new calling, and it will pay well, hopefully for many years. These were the thoughts that he had on the way home to his apartment. Nader was already planning
