That saved me $8—a good start.I wandered around the booths a bit and noticed some promising possibilities. My usual come-on trick is to go into one ...f the larger booths while leaving the door open. I make sure it the video screen is tuned to a got gay flick and then stand near the door. I picked a booth with a couple of chair in it and changed the movie.Having done this, a good looking black guy came to the door and stopped. Then he turned around with his back facing me. I didn’t quite know. “We’ve just built this secure zone," he said. Pressing the button to roll the shutter down. “There are things I need to keep secure. We want the carpet to come up against the shutter, will that be okay?”“Can you roll it up and down, so I see how it looks both ways?”Barry rolled it up.“Oh, I get it. The grille drops into that groove, so I bring the carpet tight against that.”He took a small steel rule from his pocket and measured the height of the floor channel that the grill set into.“Yeah, no. "Very chic, Miss Galore. Don't you agree, Mr Bond?"Bond looked her up and down admiringly. Pussy knew she lookedspectacular in her mauve top, salmon trousers, with matching clutchpurse, but male approval was something she neither sought norappreciated."Please entertain Mr Bond for me, Pussy. I'll join you both later."This was not a task she would ever have chosen, but if she had toentertain a man better it should be someone like Bond rather than aloathsome toad like Goldfinger."That's some. ” He did so, very hard, wearing steel-toed boots for the purpose. Now, do you fucking hate this cunt like I do, boy?”“Oh yes, daddy, I really hate this fucking cunt, just like you do. Daddy?”“Yes, son?”“Can I hate the cunt more than you do?”“If you think you are up to it? How much do you hate it, boy?”“Well I hate boiled vegetables, and I hate this cunt more than that.” The father managed not to laugh, but simply congratulated his son.“Well, what are you waiting for? Since you hate this cunt.