“Why did you let them do this to me?”“Money and a chance to take part in your humiliation.”“Enough stalling. You need to remove your clothin... – now.”I felt the tingling increase, but still short of genuine pain levels. I wasn’t sure exactly what they wanted, but did not want another shock the way I’d had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the back of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high heels. ." he began, the street address suddenly cut off as his body guardburst back into the room."Boss!" he cried out. "That dick is a dyke!"A gunshot rang out and the Banana cried out in a combination of ecstasyand pain.My first thought was "Damn, I'm good", but then I realized that theBanana was now sporting a hole between his eyes. I turned to look behindme and caught a glimpse of the twinky towel boy. That glance was the lastthing I saw as I felt my head make contact with the butt end of a. Have Marguerite fix coffee and some sort of snack, please.”“Okay, John.” She left to perform her tasks.John and Ed finished dressing. Both were curious what could bring Ann here. She hadn’t been here since the big raid and neither man knew what had happened that afternoon to her.John asked, “Do you think this is business or personal?”“I’ve got no idea.”They entered the formal dining room to find Marguerite setting out a carafe of coffee and a plate of her special chocolate chip cookies. Ann and. We weren’t moving, and when I glimpsed out into the semi-darkness, I realized that we were in a parking lot - and been here for God knows how long. * The only thing I had been able to think about on our short walk to the gallery was the touch of Cordelia’s arm in the crook of mine. What a picture we must have been giving. The doorman in his tuxedo took his time to look us up and down after she had handed him her invitation, as if he could sense flickers of the depravity concealed in our.