. could it?However the woman just laughed while the man stood there silently,looking mildly amused, though almost bored at the same time. "Now whatdo...you suppose we should do with them dear sister?" he asked her calmly,then giving everyone a speculative look.Tom blurted out, "Let us go you fucking freaks..." Neither of them paidhim any attention though, acting as if they hadn't heard him.After a moment, the woman grinned to her brother. "How aboutopposites?" Then she laughed lightly. . Pierre.Jacques, a Haitian hustler also known as 'Boi Martin, ' worked out of the nightcap delivery service, known to its employees as 'Guy (or Gal) on a Plate.' Melody was an extra good tipper and he was glad to take part of his night off for the money. Martin – sorry, 'Jacques' – was a large, powerfully built man who was well endowed. Melody would be well serviced tonight.He arrived at 9:30 local time and came in through the back door. Melody particularly liked that euphemism, and the. He talked briefly about being married and having k**s and asked me where my wife was. I assured him that I was not the “marrying kind.” Then, every now and again, I felt his knee brush against mine sending shockwaves through my body. The first few times I moved away but after a couple of drinks I let my leg stay put. His hand found its way to my leg a couple of times in conversation as he too was getting more relaxed with each drink. I had a private room as one of the group leaders and was. ‘Now listen.’ And everything faded away. Marie felt her thoughts scatter again, like she was watching a sugar cube fall through endless fathoms of warm water and dissolving as it went. Then the image itself crumbled, and all Marie knew was pleasure. Everything felt good, and all those silly thoughts became distant and meaningless next to the hazy ecstasy that flowed through her. Marie felt like she was dissolving now, like her body was expanding and thinning out to become nothing more than a.