The next two weeks I was expected to be at Charlie’s beckon call, never at first. | couldn’t even comprehend what was happening so rapidly. 1 aloud to leave his side, even making me sleep in his bed from the second thought Charlie could’ve been in some kind of trouble with a business night onwards. J never even got the chance to call T.J again. It was too friend he had done wrong too, but then one of the men in black shouted much of a risk anyways. Thus pushing him further out of my memory, “FBI this is araid get down with your hands on you head”’, in too much too afraid, of the emotional repercussions. shock to move three of the men grabbed Charlie and threw him to the Our typical routine was to wake up get showered and dressed and I floor and cuffed him. I sat up in bed with my sheets covering my naked would put on my make-up while Charlie made his business calls for the body and watched as they dragged Charlie from the room. Still day. We would leave the house mid-afternoon and run his errands do completely nude he wasn’t even aloud to get dressed. Another agent had some shopping, sometimes meeting his friends or business partners for to come back in to the room to find him a pair of shorts. | could hear him lunch, none of the men he introduced me to seemed offended at his screaming at the top of his lungs all of the way outside He was screaming choice of adolescent eye candy. They'd just continue to chat away as if it and the last thing I heard him yell was “If you say anything you know was normal to be in public with his arms draped over a girl young enough who will find you!” I could hear more threats being yelled at me but I to be his granddaughter, not too shy by giving me a flirty tap on my couldn’t make out what it was that he was saying. | was in total confusion bottom or even try to kiss me. and couldn’t believe what was happening. There were so many uniformed My last night was no different from every other night. We went agents I felt so small compare