"In Soho?" Sarah enquired"Literally here," Sarah explained, "thats why we're called "The Portal" the club is beyond those doors, these are the changin... rooms, that's why w have all the lockers for storage." Can I" Sarah asked."See, No," Martha explained, "Join, well you need to make a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by credit card, and we need to vet you, but yes." Yes, what?" Sarah asked."I will sponsor you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight. My poor brother had been left out of all this. He had always been kind of a cocky ass to me and Kristen. I thought it might be fun to pay him back a little. “Charles,What the fuck were you doing spying on us,” I asked him . He ignored the question, and instead asked, “Does Dad know you and Kristen are fucking?” “Yes Charles, he sure does. Does he know you are spying on your sisters,” I shot back. He said nothing just looked at Kristen and I with lustful eyes. I told him to come upstairs to the. Malcolm smiled. ‘You know how it is, Tom. I would if I could. But a chap has to eat. Anyway … cheers.’ And he raised his glass. ‘Oh, and by the way, Harold is sending over one of the girls from the publicity department. He thinks there’s some mileage to be had from this short-listing business.’ Author and agent were halfway through their celebratory glass of The Widow when ‘the girl from the publicity department’ arrived. ‘Come in. Come in,’ Malcolm said. ‘This is Tom. And Tom, this is … umm. Come on and let me suck you hard again and let's see if you can do it to me again."Steam was starting to come out of my ears as I heard that and when I entered the spare bedroom I headed straight for the closet. I spun the combination dial on the gun safe in the closet and took out the Colt 1911A1 pistol, made sure that the clip was full and then I pulled the slide back and chambered a round. I reached behind me and tucked the pistol between my back and my belt where I could get to it quickly..