She looked at the block for the meeting he was currently attending, to get an idea of what kinds he couldn't skip out on. She found another one in th...ee days. Plenty of time, she thought, to make sure she'd read his signals correctly. And if she hadn't? Then maybe he didn't have to know.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -John watched as the figure casually ducked under the large door to enter the garage. Aileen turned as it approached, still on. My angels came to get me a few minutes later. We said our good nights and headed to the bedroom. I stopped off to take care of the tea and everything else that needed to be done before I was back in the bedroom.Lana passed me going to the bathroom, and I walked in to find Shana and Jana sitting on the bed. I walked over and sat in between them pulling them both close to me. "Tomorrow night will not come soon enough for you to be my mates. But waiting will only make it sweeter." That got me. I tried to form a coherent thought. Where was I? What had happened to me? I was lying on a cool, firm surface, trying to concentrate. There was a cover over me. I could feel it. Was I dead? No, the cover stopped at my chest. My chest. I could feel the pain just below the surface. Why wasn’t anyone here? Was this a morgue? I had to make someone understand … I wasn’t dead. I lay there, trying to assemble the information I had available. I was alive, it was dark, I was on some kind of a platform,. To his relief when the lift doors opened it was empty. He pressed button 3.On floor 3 there was something happening. He found some African women chatting together. They grinned as he approached them. One of them opened her dress and showed him her breasts."Z$50 dollars" she said. He should not have been startled, but he was. Whores. African whores. She grinned at him. He shook his head. She frowned and looked at him."OK Z$40 dollars but nothing kinky!"God she thought he was negotiating. He.