I want them too, you don’t need them.”“So, that’s all it takes to go to work for you? Sell out to you and I just start?” he laughed.“You s...arted when you sold me this stuff, I’m paying you to haul it and set it up, then I’m paying you to run it and keep it running. Meredith, Mallory and Ivy can be your helpers or we can hire you some. I’d rather they be women though, to keep from having a bunch of men that have to be screened and watched like a hawk.”“I know what you mean, you got too much. Und dann war da natürlich der Fahrer, erinnerte sich Rebecca. Aber sie beachtete den Mann im dunkelblauen Anzug am anderen Ende des Stagecoach-Busses kaum.Vor Langweile gähnend, strich Rebecca ihr langes dunkles Haar zurück und wollte gerade ein Nickerchen machen, als sie Druck auf ihre Blase spürte. Sie warf einen Blick auf die große, schmale Tür, die zum „Waschraum“ führte, und schüttelte sich. Sie hatte immer Geschichten über Buswaschräume gehört. Wie unhygienisch sie waren. Rebeccas Mutter. I did and said some stupid shit back then, all for some tight pussy.” The room felt heavy with awkward tension, Alex could see the discomfort in his mother. But Greg was just sitting there talking like it was all perfectly normal. “Mom, would you kindly grab me the thing?” She nodded and stood. She walked across the room and reached above the mantle into the flower pot and pulled out a small black device. “Stop- right there, yeah. Just freeze right there.” Their mother stopped where she was,. Her clothes had gone from the chair. She'd left the hotel. The feeling of being alone yet again washed over me. I quashed it down.I showered, drank coffee and thought about her. In a way she'd reminded me of the last virgin I took. Almost twenty years ago to the day and not more than 20 minutes drive from where I was staying right now.I'd met her accidentally. I'd left my motorbike at the hotel deciding to take a bus to the city instead. I'd been waiting at the bus stop when she came in to.