Well I meanwhat do you want for the pictures?" Debra asked more concerned than shelet on. "I would like to know what it is you think I want for those ...icturesMrs. Barone?" the voice asked again. "I thought you would want money. I mean my husband he's a writer forNewsday and so I thought you know that you thought we had money and you couldblackmail me for some quick cash." She said skeptically "No you didn't Mrs. Barone. We both know what you thought we would wantfrom you." The voice said. Sports Guy led her through the bar to a back room. Elbow Guy followed closing the door behind them. Now there she was, alone with Elbow Guy and Sports Guy in a room with a pool table. Sports Guy turned her around. "She came undressed for success," he said as her cupped her breast.Elbow Guy just smiled. RuthAnn tingled. Fear and excitement mixed in equal parts. What was going to happen? What was she going to allow. What could she even stop? Sports Guy led her over to the pool table. He bent her. I heard Milly chuckling as I walked away.At this point I had noticed she had a fair sized bosom that matched her rear. She was not hideously ugly, but then, she was no Hally Berry either. Her mouth was large and thick lipped, she was missing one tooth, and her nose was wide. She combed her hair straight back so that it ended in an uneven fringe behind her head. She was about three or four inches shorter than me. Her skin was the black of someone who had nothing but African ancestors. Things got. It took another seven or eight minutes to finish the curls that swungfrom the crown, as they were not curled up all the way to the roots likethe rest of his head. As she worked the iron, Doreen was re-spraying thelatest sections once more before adding a final finish spray to hisentire head. A big straight pin slid across his forehead now tomomentarily hold his hair out of his eyes and away from his mouth, asValarie slowly lined his lips with a pencil and then filled them in witha bold, long.