I’m kind of numb right now. Not sure which way to turn,” she said.“You turn to your friends, and I’m one of those. But, if you can’t get eno...gh alimony, and what all, can you survive on what you’re making at Ferguson?” I said.“Barely. I’d probably have to get a second job,” she said.“I might be able to help you there, Marianne. My brother has businesses. He’d likely be able to help you out. I’ll ask him about it. Okay?” I said.“Really?” she said. The hope in her voice was palpable.“Yes, really.. She had a white top on that barely covered her nipples, and a thong that was disappearing between the tastiest cheeks I would ever see! I felt even hotter than before, I had only seen a bikini like that on some porn site on the internet, but I could never believe I would have a neighbour wearing such a hot (even slutty) outfit. When she saw me, she waved, and invited me over for a cool drink. I am not a fool, so I hurried over there, every excuse was good to have a closer look."Hi neighbour.. I would be home alone until seven in the morning. Truth be told, when he gets back he’s always a zombie, anyway.“Sure. Count me in.”“That's the spirit, girl.”~Me and Monica sat in the restaurant of the hotel. The meal was average and so was the wine. All these hotel chains are the same. Same decor, same smiley service. I swear even the guests are the bloody same. Nothing is ever bad. Just average. 6 out of 10. Like my sex life. Did I just say that? The champagne must going to me head.From the. There are ones lite all around the room giving off a soft radiance, enough to see everything by, but not in the harshness of bright light. Making it all seem dreamlike.On one side, under the mirror displaying her, is a large bed, with cuffs on the head and foot boards. The sheet that is covering it is rubber.In the center of the room is this large, maybe nine feet across, wheel type thing hanging from the ceiling with a chain with cuffs handing from it. On another wall is what is more or less.