Funny enough, the stairwell is more tolerable than the rest of the building, albeit cooler. Of course, never cold. This is Vice City Florida, where te...peratures only range from mild to melting your balls off. Regardless, at the top of stairs is another hallway just like the last one leading to the boss's office.Guy grabs the doorknob and pushes the stained, white door far enough to creep inside. In the room is a man standing behind a desk chock full of money, coke, and papers all scattered. It's the onebig secret in my life and it's a history my mother and I only sharetogether. I have never told anyone about the strange relationship mymother and I had. I have never gone to a psychologist or a counsellor totalk about it. I have never been too drunk to tell someone of thestrangely erotic c***dhood I had. I have never felt confident enough inanybody to confide in them my secret life, except maybe Helen. There isan underlying compassion in her which balances out her. Mindy and Sally followed in my footsteps and got dressed. It was sad to see them put their clothes back on; I couldn't wait to see that beauty again. The game had left me plenty horny and my erection was not going down, but I just pretended it wasn't there. The unpacking went quickly considering I didn't have many possessions. I did the heavy lifting and the girls brought in the small lighter boxes. I had worked up a little sweat unpacking, but my boner was still raging. As I brought the last. She'd used the money she got fromone of those 'genius' grants to start yet another health initiative insouthern Africa. And she was calling me! I went nuts.I begged Peggy Thomas, my boss at the Owl & The Pussycat, to give me somemotherly, sisterly (whatever!) advice, and quickly! I didn't want to notreturn the call from Bitsy Holland. Peggy, who epitomized grace underpressure, pushed back a strand of her silver gray curls behind her earwith her long, graceful fingers and looked away into the.