’ She could feel herself cave, thinking she could easily revise her plans around him. It left her free to roam the city and do everything on her lis... during the day, while having a little extra fun at night. If the next two weeks were going to be anything like last night, she had a feeling that she was never going to get any sleep. Her sigh was heavy and resigned, but only for his benefit. There was no need for him to know that she desired to spend her nights with him. ‘It sounds reasonable.. . you took a life.”“I didn’t take a single life ... I’ve eliminated five scum of the earth.”“Oh ... My ... God! You are a serial killer,” to the table she said, “ ... she ‘s a murderer.”“You’d prefer that she was raped and murdered?” asked Hilda Gill. Mr. Gill was a wheel in Kiewit Coal. An Executive Vice President in charge of Engineering. A Mining Engineer in his own right, he owned about a million patents.“Excuse me,” Hilda said. “I’m Hilda Gill. Would you object awfully if I joined you for. ???? The meeting was over after anendless report from the finance department.?I sat and thought about red claws and toenails, and the freedom I wouldfeel when all I had to do was be a pet pussycat.? The accountant looked about 190 years old andtook forever to say anything.? He worehis usual gray suit and blue regimental striped tie, with a gold marlin tietack.? I found out that he actually had 6identical suits.? They all looked 25years old, one day he?ll come in wearing something else, I?m. " With a chuckle she added, "You're vile and disgusting, but I loved every minute of it." The events of the night stayed with Barbara. The spectacle of the large woman with the strapon and the image of her being worshipped. The young male prostitute that so hungrily devoured the juices of their bodies as if they expelled nectar from the gods. Her furvor at commanding him, just as she was sure the dyke on stage demanded pleasure from those sycophants around her. What happens in Vegas stays in.