“Hey Ellie,” he smiles, but his expression changes when he sees my reddened face and the half-empty bottle of Smirnoff Ice on the table. “What�...s up?” he asks, sitting down next to me. “I slept with Bryan… the jerk is married!” I weep, resting my head on his shoulder. “Oh, Ellie, I’m sorry,” he soothingly says, stroking my hair. “When did you find out?” “Tonight, his wife came home and saw us. God, what is wrong with me?” I murmur, my tears dripping onto his T-shirt. “Nothing. He is the one that. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at. ..too much. Hell, your friendseven enjoy their treatment." Once Rosalia was secured, the girl left.Back at the van, Bi was thinking to herself about how much she had touse the bathroom. She silently cursed Kat, who could piss at anytime,and who got personal attention to her shit. Bi then decided, "Fuckit. I'm tired of waiting. I'm their slave. Let them clean me up."Bi then relaxed and let her piss flow out. The girls then walked intoview."Oh, great! I've been looking for a good toilet. Yeah. Just let me know if you guys want to do anything later. I wondered if he meant that to have a double meaning, and I decided he did because Jason smirked as he left the room. I had no idea where the housekeeper, Naomi, was, so I couldnt jump Tylers bones right there on the couch the way I wanted. Instead, I jumped up and lifted Tyler with one arm under his knees and the other under his back. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me. Wait, I told him as I hurried from the den with.