I couldn’t stand there and watch it any longer. “Look, I don’t care. Fine. Say nothing. I don’t care. I’ve got nothing for you, okay? Just s...op following me. I’ve nothing for you! Find someone else to rob, okay?” She didn’t react. She didn’t even seem to register that I’d spoken. I backed slowly from the room, pressing the knife back into its sheath as I slipped out of the back door and stepped into the blazing light of day once more. ‘Time to leave. Now.’ My pack was thrown over one shoulder. It doesn't take long before he returns, and she's still in the same position, sitting on the bed on all fours with her butt sticking up in the air and her panties at her ankles. Still she peers around and her eyes widen as they take in her daddy's naked body, torn between an excitement she can't put into words and nervousness.His hands run slowly over her soft skin, moving to her hips where his fingers can press down into her skin against bone and take the best, firmest hold of her. He pulls. I asked him if he would like to join me and a small group of other men in Room 319 at 8.00 p.m. He said that he would like that very much, and then left. Of the six men scheduled, five arrived on time, and as requested. Two of the five I didn’t like. One seemed edgy, bordering on belligerent, and asked me questions I preferred not to answer. The other was too young, too innocent. I told them both that they would not be joining us that night. I had three men lined up to come to the room at 8.00.. What about Annie? Maybe Annie knew a bit about them. If she did, I might be able to gauge what was acceptable. I didn't want this to be a big mistake. My thoughts returned to Chantelle. I was looking forward to talking with her again. "Good morning Angelo," I said. The door had just closed behind me, striking its bell. "Mr. Moore! So good to see you, Sir. Come in, come in." "I ah, just came in to change, Angelo. I think I'll retire the suit I'm wearing." "It's seen better days, Sir," he said,.