"Oh, his dad made us some steaks off the grille, salads too. He even offered us Bloody Mary drinks to go with them, saying they are great with steaks ...ecause they are perfect substitutes for steak sauce. I declined." Candy finished filling me in."Where was Paul's mom?" I suddenly remembered to ask."She died two years ago. Paul's dad now lives his life through Paul." Candy replied."What is THAT supposed to mean?" I had to ask."They do everything together," Candy answered, then added, "Well,. "No two-bit whore is going to take me to the cleaners," he snarled."Fine. Just fine-fucking-dandy, you asshole," Sarah said, and slid out of the booth. "I wouldn't fuck you for a thousand bucks." She went to the bar and sat down.The man watched her slide her luscious ass onto the bar stool and regretted his quick temper. She was worth a C for three hours, maybe even more. He was going to go and sit beside her and apologize, but another man beat him to the stool. The seat on her other side was. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘This has nothing to do with her, I am serious.’ ‘Sorry brother’ Amanda replied realising by the look on his face that indeed Adam was serious. ‘It’s just so horrendous how we treat them. It’s not as bad as this in the slaughterhouses of Chicago, the steel mills in Pittsburgh or the garment district sweatshops in New York.’ ‘I know darling’ she whispered cradling his head in her hands as she saw that he was starting to cry. Everything was getting on. ‘I’ll do it…just don’t get us killed, please.’ She whispered back, tilting her head to ‘nibble’ on his earlobe, only the nibble was more of a bite before she kissed it better for him. With him squeezing her close, she let out a soft moan and ducked her head against, kissing his neck and breathing nervously, her soft breaths puffing against his bare skin as she slide her hands over his hard abs and pushed them into his pants, feeling the cool metal of his gun almost instantly. Carefully she.