You are now my Little FuckSow now. No return, no turning back, Karla." and stood up. Ginger stroked me, bringing me back to my senses. They removed al... the strings and set me free, still floating in the rest of my chaotic sensations. When I finally got to my feet, I was shaking and walking like a drunk. Ginger dressed me in new clothes, all obscene: leggings with "bitch" written all over it, new and very expensive designer sneakers, a top with 'slave' written in phosphorescent yellow letters to. .. she isn't even pretty.The man needs glasses. Grace is beautiful. Same red totally uncontrollable flyaway hair, same deep green eyes ... It took some concerted effort to look away. I got an extreme woody.Grace noticed and drooled.My lawyers needed my signature for the continued wellbeing of my empire. His lawyers objected to anyone signing anything until there was incontrovertible evidence that "He is him."Eventually, the doctors ran everybody out. Grace was in tears, I was far too angry for. The remaining performers: Jeffrey Taylor, a male stripper and construction worker was Superman, Timothy Mason, a restaurant manager and dancer was the Flash, Bob Thompson, a fellow stripper who worked with Jeff was Two-Face and Willie Frees was done up as the Riddler.Kara had gotten together with six of Connie’s other friends to set up the remainder of the party and on a table near the window sat a birthday cake, featuring Batman, several wrapped gifts and a collection of bottled alcoholic. I mean three of the most competitive broads in the whole town, standing right there, steaming. All three of 'em decided on the spot that they were going do anything, and I mean anything, to shit on the other two.Look, Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea for ya to continue to mention their names here. Someone might be listening, baby.Let's just call 'em A, B and C in case some shit is trying to overhear our conversation. Yah, we gotta make a living in this town, Jer.Well, RP came out of his.