Maybe I can convince them not to kill me. "Who the fuck are you?" asked a wiry guy with a purple mohawk.Hmm. Maybe not. Ben had always been a rotten l...ar, but he gave it a go anyway. "I'm a runner from the first fist. We saw the guy heading towards here. Your supposed to be on your guard."A Chicano with a goatee squinted at Ben, examining him. "You ain't with Turner's fist." His eyes widened in recognition. "Hey, your-"Ben smashed him backhanded across the jaw with the barrel of the Calico.. . well... no... in that case...” and backed slowly away from me.At midnight, the O’Lochrin women made their appearance. They signaled for the music to stop and said loudly, “It is midnight, time to bring Jack O’Lantern to life.”That really got my attention.The older of the two women was holding a huge turnip with the root still attached. The body of the turnip had been carved into a grotesque face with a small mouth and eyes that reminded me of the hollow sockets of a skull. The younger woman. I asked her if she was serious earlier about having another man fuck her, but she said it was just fantasy and she couldn't do it in real life. I asked her why not. She said she just couldn't. No real reason was given.I left it at that and we finished our meal. Afterward, we went for another drink before bed and sat chatting at the bar.The barman was a very tall muscular black man and I saw Evelyn keep glancing at him, I laughed and said she fancied him but she blushed and said, “She. I contacted Mr. Malone, my employer, and he told me that Thursday and Friday I would come into the studio in downtown Chicago and do some promo shoots. What that meant was I would be fucking and sucking the staff. That was fine with me. Then for Saturday I had been booked to do a private party on a cabin cruiser on Lake Michigan. That meant I would be the boat's sex pet. I was told that an investor wanted a girl for his son's bachelor party. "Investor" meant he paid Mr. Malone a lot of money to.