Dolan’s an asshole and I was under his thumb once more. He had me by the balls and I had to play along. Unfortunately he’s my boss again and these...were his rules. Obey or be punished. I could break them, but I’d pay dearly for my insubordination. So with all that in mind I stood there, like a pathetic shithead, nodding and thanking James Dolan for hiring me back as a Trail Boss.But I did offer myself some solace, thinking that some day, somehow, I’d make him pay for his treachery. That would be. Both girls were a bit tipsy, but Linda continued making them drinks. They were both feeling festive since it was New Year’s Eve.“We should bake cookies!”“Really cookies? I’m not very hungry, Mary said.”“I’m not really hungry either. But it could be fun. I’d really like to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about our last kiss the other day. Remember when we were hanging out Mary?”“I’ve been thinking about that too. Do you think that means we’re lesbians?”“I don’t think so. Maybe we should kiss again. ”“No worries. I’ma take this Middle Eastern dick tonight then.”“What do you think I should do?”“Go play pool. You might be able to pull that tall, slim brotha over there.”“Okay!”“If that don’t work, text me. I got you, gurl. The juke joints close at 2:30. It’ll be a shitload of horny niggas after that.”Austen headed over to the pool tables. He set down the change and smiled, “Next!”“Can you play,” chuckled the medium-height, husky man.“A little bit. I’m Austen. New in town.”“Welcome, Austen.. I’m still hot and wet down there.?About two hours after they got home and Teanna had left, Mike called Brad in. Kristie wanted to see him in her boudoir. Brad reluctantly went down the hall and knocked on the door. ?Come in,? a musical female voice said.Kristie was sitting at her makeup table touching up her eyeliner. She was wearing a low-slung sarong that accentuated her tiny flat waist and slender thighs, a tiny bikini top that left little to the imagination and her usual high heels. .