It was time for my mother to be sold. She stood up when ordered and was led to the front of the stage. Her hands were still tied behind her back. Mom ...ad the largest smile on her face. She stopped to shimmy her ample breasts. She even turned around so that all of the audience could see every side of her. I never believed that mom could be so poised. The auctioneer read a list of all her statistics: Her height, weight, breast size, eye color, true hair color, and age. I never thought of mom this. ’ ‘You looking for a right woman?’ ‘Always.’ ‘I’m going to go pump some iron.’ ‘Be right along.’ July of 1997, they had a gig for a bachelerette party on Martha’s Vineyard. All the girls who were to attend had attended Marymount College. Bruce had no idea how to handle them. Half way through the performance, neither he nor Don had a handle on these girls. Some drank like fish, and one could imagine that they probably would fuck a football team. Others were extremely ladylike, embarrassed by the. He’d only resumed working on the seemingly endless stack of files for a short time when Carmela approached his desk, manila folder in hand.“Could you please handle this file for me?” she asked, sweet smile on her face. He nodded absently, and as she walked away towards the isolated filing room, he actually thought he caught the unmistakable scent of pussy wafting his way. He shook his head, beating himself up for being such a sex fiend – until he opened the folder.Inside were a neatly folded. Michelle didn’t disappoint me there. I got round to the club just as the police were packing up. I went into the office. Grace was on the phone and puffing hard on a cigarette. ‘God this is a fucking mess. That was our solicitor on the phone, we’ve got a meeting with him at 9.30. Whatever possessed you to start fucking selling shit here?’ ‘Grace I didn’t.’ ‘Well someone has been selling drugs, fucking hell three months ago you got that prick arrested. Did you decide to keep some of it?’ I.