Armisen. “That should cover your flight.”Carson rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t know, sir. I mean… I hardly know you.”“I kno...,” said Mr. Armisen. “So, are you interested?”Carson bit his lip. All he could think about were those woman’s moans from behind the door of the suite as Mr. Armisen slammed into her.“Well, think about it,” said Mr. Armisen casually, as if he couldn’t care less either way. “Call me when you make up your mind.”“Okay,” he said shakily, and hung up the phone.He. I stuffed the clubs into my trunk, held the door for Astrid, and drove toward my parents' home.We didn't stay long. I found a pair of my dry weather Foot-Joy's and cleaned them up as best I was able. I told Mom about Astrid's family and who her father was. I would talk to them later about having the two families meet. Mom was pretty surprised at this turn of events. The thought that her future daughter-in-law might be wealthy had never entered her mind either.Astrid sat and watched me as I hit. She leaned over and grabbed Claudia’s left hand.Claudia pulled her hand back and asked, “Who are you?”“There’s no wedding ring,” the woman said.“I’m not married,” Claudia replied. “Just who are you?”Ignoring the question, the woman said, “Miss Darling must be a high priced call girl or a madam. I think she’s a madam. She’s wearing perfume. A high priced call girl wears men’s cologne if she wears any kind of scent at all. Yes, she’s a madam for high priced call girls. Am I correct?”“I won’t. The idea of me whipping Vic and using a strap-on him was barely fathomable. How could I even do that? I just couldn't see myself dominating him the way she did.I told her that I couldn't do that, not in a million years. She assured me that she would help me. I was to come over next Thursday night, and she would arrange for me to secretly participate. She would lock him up first, then I would come in. She had another hood that I could wear so that even if he managed to see me, he wouldn't be.