Out of habit he went to the periodicals, where the newspaper sat unmolested on its shelf, passed over by the students for sports journals and fashion ...ags. He wondered idly when the last newspaper would be printed, even he, not an old man but certainly more dedicated in many ways to tradition, caught his news on TV or from the internet. He picked up the paper and shook it out, then spread it carefully on the table in front of him. He’s gotten as far as the front page fold when he saw her. She. Instead she focused on finishing her cigarette, eventually stubbing it out amongst the remains of half a dozen others in the ashtray beside her armchair. George was naked. Deanna made no effort to disguise her distaste at his flabby physique."All right," said Deanna, "let's see how you are at foot worship." She flopped down in the armchair, pushing out one of her feet towards George. "Get down and get your tongue to work on my toes," she said and without waiting to see what he did in response,. In his mind hekept replaying the fond memories of how he had dressed in her lingerieand strutted, posed and rolled on the bed.On their next date night she confronted him with the two videorecordings and told him how their relationship was going to change. Hewould come whenever she wanted him there, and he would dress in whateverfeminine items she chose. Instead of John she would call him Jane. Andtheir sex life would now consist of her giving him as much teasing as hecould stand, with no. And for once it wasn't filled with worries.Fink was a happy man for the first time in weeks.BimboTech had made him a wealthy man. A powerful man, too. But there had always been the nagging little irritation at the back of his skull that he was not an independent man. There was always Wolfram and Hart, the damn demon lawyers. They kept reminding him that they could break him with the snap of a finger.Fink owed them big time.They had helped him set up, here in L.A. They invested the staggering.