home

<img src="c5p4.gif"><br> <img src="a5c5p4.jpg" align=bottom width=51 height=25 hspace=30><a href="c5p3.html"><img src="../images/prevpage-1.jpg" align=bottom width=49 height=37></a><a href="c6p1.html"><img src="../images/nextpage-1.jpg" alt="next page" align=bottom border=0 width=49 height=37></a>

Morton had reached his limit with Nancy McGill. Yeah, she was easy on the eyes, but lately she'd turned into a liability. "Your persistence is going to be your downfall, Ms. McGill," gruffed Morton. "You know too much, you're forcing me to get nasty." With Nancy's hands bound behind her back, Morton escorts her to the most remote section of MegaCorp's manufacturing plant. Old-timers fondly refer to it as "The Ballroom." But it would be no party for Nancy McGill.