Each man gripped an upper arm, and they walked her out of the house and into a pickup truck, sandwiched between the two big men. ‘Where are you taki...g me?’ she whimpered. ‘Shut up,’ the unknown man said. ‘Down to my house,’ her neighbor said. ‘I’m having a little party, and I need a hostess to Serve.’ The girl noticed the accent on Serve, and it scared her. ‘A poker game,’ her neighbor said. ‘You’re the entertainment.’ ‘You’re the pot,’ the other man said. ‘Course if I don’t win… I’m taking you. The weight that Denise had dropped over the last month was definitely noticeable.It was nearing lunch when Karen called Denise into her office. Denise went in and sat at the visitor's chair looking at Karen. Shaking her head, Karen said, "Denise, I need to know what is going on with you." Nothing is going on with me," Denise answered dully."I've been watching you work for two years. You've always been a good producer. Your manuals have been well written, clear, unambiguous, detailed, and easy. I swear to God, I have been waiting for this for months and Mr. One-Stroke strikes. If I had wanted that, I would have gone down to the local junior high. You better be able to get that worthless dick of yours up in the next few minutes, or I'm going to go find someone to finish the job."Tracy knew I was nothing if I was not competitive. All you had to say was someone was better in bed to get my attention. Fuck that. I sat up and found I was a little dizzy. Maybe too much blood went to a. “Oh…yes… well l suppose that’s not so bad then.”“What do you mean?” Tom asked.“Well….the last time they came to see us,” Ella began.“Don’t tell me you fucked him,” Tom laughed.“Well… yes. See, we were up in my bedroom listening to music and he was telling me how his girlfriend had dumped him, apparently they were at a party and he managed to get her into a bedroom, they had never done anything before, anyway, after a bit of petting, she agreed to give him a hand job but he said he wanted a full.