How ya gonna pay?" Armando Forte's eyes nearly popped out when she pulled a roll of notes out of her jacket pocket and laid at least ten $100 bills on...his counter. "Jesu-Maria! Put that wad away - ya tryin' to get mugged?" I-I'm very sorry Sir." The girl looked near to tears."Okay - s'okay lady." He sighed - there was no way he could change a hundred-dollar bill. So Lucia, ya testing me by sending down one of your sister-angels? "Look, ya can have something on the house." He smiled and. " Yes you can." Alright, I can, but I don't want to. Call it payment for bringing the notes over." You know you're the only one that treats me like a person all the time?" Excuse me?" The others... they all look at me like I'm a machine or something, they're so obvious about trying to push buttons, to make me react how they want." Have you told them this is upsetting you?" That's not upsetting me... that's just why I'm going to tell you, and not them..." he explained."Tell me what?" Shawna's. To make a point with the most powerful businessman, some said in the entire state, she decided to be ten minutes late. Since her husband had completely encouraged her to sleep with Igoro, her black teenaged lover, she no longer cared if other people knew.She asked Igoro to drive her to the restaurant in her white Mercedes, and as she had hoped, Oscar was waiting for her at the door. She leaned over to kiss Igoro, a lover's French kiss that Oscar could not avoid seeing.Her dress rose up on her. Brian had quite an ego. He was elated to have finally made it to the stages of San Francisco and was looking forward to landing the part. He was sure to get it, he felt. He had done Chorus Line in little theater back home, just last year, and the local critics had raved about his performance. In actuality, they had raved about the overall performance without mentioning Brian in particular. Brian was ambitious but his aspirations weren't restricted to just dancing. He had only gotten into.