Soon after that, I mentioned, just to see what would happen, that you girls might like to have some better food."These dumb thugs went crazy. They pla...ned a big cookout. Two of them left without my permission. crossed the border, and came back with a shitload of cookout food and equipment. All day, they've been grilling and cooking. Here is the result of the effort."Kay beckoned. Ten thugs, one with an arm in a sling, and another on crutches, brought in a plate after plate of food. Sirloin. All with a light brown wig with dark brown highlights.I went undercover as a journalist for the L.A. Times named Kendra St. James and wore my khaki outfit. I was to have an interview with Harold Knapodakis, the multimillionaire shipping tycoon for the business section. According to Forbes magazine, he was number 50 on their top millionaires list and his shipping company has made $40 million over their 25 years of business. According to his profile, he and his wife Tina have been married for. Darbe studied the man in front of him, starting from his feet and moving up the perfectly proportioned and well muscled six foot body. His gaze finally rested on the man’s mouth, occupied by what looked to be a long-frozen waffle. Darbe sighed and shook his head slowly. ‘Mnmnen caf’n,’ the man said before reaching up to remove the waffle from his mouth. ‘Sorry, evenin’ Cap’n.’ Darbe shook his head again and corrected the man. ‘It’s Sergeant. I’m a sergeant, not a captain.’ ‘Righto Cap-‘. I arrived at the club via cab, the cab driver kept leering at me in the mirror, I wasn’t into him, but I was flattered, as I know my body was rocking. When I got there, I sat at the bar, it was an older crowd late 30’s to 50’s I would say, and here I am 18, and nervous as hell, everyone was nice, I even got hit on by a few guys, I mainly just sat there watching the baseball game on tv. Just as I was about to leave I hear a voice say ‘honey is this your first?’ First what I ask? ‘Dressing up?’.