"Good thing you have long hair," she commented, noticing that I was longoverdue for a haircut.The next job she did was to attach suspender garters to ...he corset,hooking each on through loops along its base that I wouldn't havenoticed because they were so small, there were three above each leg.Then she bunched a stocking and drew it up my leg, for once I discovereda very pleasant feel against my hairless leg, the pain inflicted by thechastity device making itself felt for the first of many. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, but can you check to see if anything you had in your pockets is still there — keys, cell phone, wallet?’ he asked. He had to be kidding, but I checked. They were all there, and everything inside my wallet was intact. ‘I just wanted to make sure,’ the man said. ‘She and a bunch of girls play that game in the clubs here. We’ll be happy to take care of your tab while you’re here.’ ‘Thanks, but we’re done for the night,’ I said, as I pulled out a $100 bill. “I don’t know you, Mister Willis. But like I said, I’m on Julian’s side. His friends are my friends. His not-friends are not my friends,” she said.“I’ve had you checked out, Marian. Can I call you Marian?” he said. She shrugged.“I suppose,” she said.“You had a bad time with your ex-husband. You’ve had bouts with cancer. You’re broke, or were until Julian got you on here.” He motioned around the room.The two of them noticed Hank coming back in from the pool room.“Look, can you take a break? I. We slept late after finishing a bottle of wine. The next day I went for my work, and she headed for her conference.Meanwhile, I made plans to meet the guy from Tinder that night for dinner. At dinner, I did not click with the guy. So I ended the date by 8.30 and went to my hotel bar. Shweta was still busy with her conference and would come late. I saw some guys at the bar who was attractive enough.Fortunately, one of them saw me alone and sent a scotch for me through the waiter. I accepted it,.