He opened the door and I said hello and asked him where his bathroom was. I closed the bathroom door behind me and started getting ready. I first appl...ed eye liner and shadow. Then I put on mascara and my hot pink lipstick. I slipped into my stockings and dress. After putting my thong, heels and bra on, I put on my brunette long hair wig. I looked so sexy and felt like a slut. I walked out of the bathroom and there he was on the couch mesmerized at how sexy I looked. I forgot to mention that I. I chuckled. My fault. If I hadn't answered her call I wouldn't be in the predicament I was in. "I haven't talked to Sasha yet." Talked to me about what?" Sasha asked, walking down the staircase with an armful of sheets.Placing my hand over the cell phone I told her about San Francisco. Sasha's eyes sparkled. She enthusiastically agreed to go." ... and I'm sure that if you ask that darling daughter of yours and let her know how dire the circumstances are, how desperate Harold is..." Marcy was. ...ooo..........ooo.......oo........oo............o..........!”His tense flesh releases and he hangs there limp as the compressor shuts down with a decreasing whine to silence...“...drained to oblivion.”As they were wondering who said that, a tall woman in a black business suit and a stylish bob haircut grabs the gun from Jimmy’s hand out of nowhere while simultaneously another woman in a leather one-piece, stockings, and stilettos grabs the other’s pistol.“What the...” Jimmy makes a move. " That's a nice name. Too bad you weren't a girl." Mommy!" Jazz warned, but giggling, too."I'm very pleased to meet you. May I call you Claire?" Yes, I'd like that." I realized I was still holding her hand."Carlos," Jazz interrupted. "This is my father Joseph. Daddy, this is Carlos." So I've heard," Joseph said, grabbing and smothering my hand in his huge vice of a grip. Even today so many years later I can still feel the pain of that first handshake from Jazz's father."You can call me Joseph,".