In my own shop," Pete grumbled, but couldn't help hiding a smile as he said it.Business had been great for Pete ever since Barbara started working in ...he shop, and I'm sure more than half the clientele came in hoping she'd be the one cutting their hair. With no appointments and first-come-first-served service, you got who you got. I usually planned my appearances for the end of the day and by unwritten rule, Babs always cut my hair, even if I had to go out of turn. It got me a few dirty looks. Unfortunately the scenario didn't call for him to watch them sucking each other's hot little pussies this time but what the hell, he shrugged philosophically, you can't have everything.As he lit his cigar, he made himself a mental bet that he would hear a symphony of lewdly unmistakable moans and wails from the guest bedroom before he had smoked it to the end. Then he picked up the phone and called his friend Jock Richmond who lived in an elegant renovated townhouse on a quiet tree-lined street. I had been offered $100,000 to let Cyrus and his men do pretty much anything to me, on condition I give some of the money to Tyler. That evening had changed both of us.Tyler had been told by his uncle to watch, for most of the night, as Cyrus broke my body and my spirit, and managed to turn me from a successful gentleman with occasional submissive bisexual desires into a wanton submissive whore desperate to please Cyrus. The point that changed our relationship had been fairly early on in the. “That’s the first I’ve heard about a shooting involving another witness, Your Honor, but I doubt that there’s any more evidence tying Mr. Cox to that one than this one.”I can give you the team that tailed us and took the shot, Jerry. They were hired by Cox’s new chief of staff.“There’s evidence, Judge. I can show that a high-level Cox employee gave the order to shoot at Ms. Tamborg. I can maybe show Cox’s direct complicity if I can get either Cox or his new chief of staff on the witness.