The surprise on her face was evident and Harry chuckled, "That's right Suze. Prostitute Alley. Tonight you become a professional."Susan turned and saw...Harry taking all of her money and credit cards out of her purse. Harry caught her glance and smiled at her, "Just keeping things honest Suze, I don't want you to have access to an ATM or have any cash on you. Tonight we are going to play a game called The Pimp and His Bitch and I'm sure you already know who has the starring rolls. The way this. “You can’t tell anybody about this.”“Who would I tell?” I asked in what I thought was a rhetorical manner.“You’ve been chummy with that blogger and this is huge news,” Liz said.“Oh, shit no!” I said. “I drop him an inconsequential tidbit or two about you but I would never reveal anything about anybody else. First off, their personal lives are none of my business – and none of anybody else’s business. It’s too bad that they’re splitting up but it can’t really be a surprise. A couple can’t really. I was again struck by how relaxed Karen seemed when she was talking to him. A bit later when we were wandering back towards our room I commented that Greg seemed a pleasant guy. Karen agreed and I said it was odd that he was here on his own."He was supposed to be coming with a friend, but he broke his ankle, which is a bit ironic because both Greg and his friend are doctors. Anyway Greg decided he needed a break so he came on his own." You seem to know a fair bit about him," I remarked."Well. Clerks too, for that matter. and that pleased her. She'd planned to ask for Mr. Wilson anyway; that is, before her lover-man decided to escort her... Her blood-pressure quickened when with a handsome smile, the thirtyish, tall and broad shouldered Wilson himself appeared from the back room. Little twinges of lurid excitement immediately stirred in the depths of her belly at the way he carried himself; but there was something else in her belly - an apprehensive knot forming there too. God... she.