“I thought you were with Kate?”“She ... sent me away,” Wendy said.“What do you mean? Where is she?” There was only one ‘she’ that coul... be referred to.“With that awful man from New York. She said, ‘Tiger, go to your master.’” Wendy looked up at me with something approaching dread in her eyes. “Tony. She ordered me to leave. Kate never does that.”“Where are they?” I asked. I was getting mad. No one had the right to give my Tiger orders—even her lover. I was shocked at my reaction. My Tiger. Mine. You got yourself into this position and Ralph let you. There was a possibility of having fun and it seemed safe enough so you put having a good time first.’ ‘No, No. It isn’t like that. Why are you being so cruel?’ ‘Because you and Ralph were being so foolish. You didn’t think. Neither of you thought. You don’t know me, you don’t know Carol. We turned up delivering some toys you ordered so you assumed that we were safe. We could have been running a scam, casing your house for a robbery or I. Last month, a new customer, Lisa, came in looking for something X-rated. She and her husband had just moved into town. The first thing that impressed me about Lisa was her stunning beauty. At 31, she possessed a glorious mane of platinum yellow hair that brought out the green of her eyes, the fullness of her ruby lips, and accentuated her hourglass figure.She wasn't impressed with our measly stock of smut. "Oh well, my husband's on the road a lot and I needed something to keep me busy at. She had dark hair eyes and skin. Though her brother was of a lighter complexion, more on his mother's Germanic side, she took her father's dark African genes. We underestimated how much the bouncers cared about age, and eventually deiced to peruse getting drunk though other means. We bought a ton of beer and headed to a guy's condo a bit outside the city to circumvent our drinking issues. I also remembered being distracted the whole night by her outfit: A white, translucent, t-shirt with a.